At this moment, a purple lightning hand suddenly descended.
The Cyan Spiritual Crane's figure, measuring dozens of yards, gleamed with azure light on its wings, and it could be described as a giant; yet, in front of this massive hand, it looked as small as a chick, insignificant.
The giant hand was like a mountain, surrounded by purple lightning, the fingers closing in, with endless electric light flickering, seemingly creating an invisible magnetic field that completely locked everything beneath its palm.
"No!"
"Save me!"
Before the giant hand even arrived, the Cyan Spiritual Crane realized it could no longer control its body, its demonic power like being pressed down by a giant net, unable to move.
