With a strange laugh, King of Freedom's right hand formed a knife with his fingers, tracing a mysterious route like a spiritual snake darting forward, aiming straight at Jiang Dali's brow.
Within this extremely short distance, King of Freedom's technique changed endlessly, each moment filled with bewilderingly magical power.
However, at that moment, Jiang Dali closed his still burning eyes and, instead of being alarmed, laughed wildly. His arms spread wide, and the cloak on his back suddenly burst open like a shadowy black cloud.
Within that shadow, his palms instantly transformed into countless finger shadows. Suddenly, Finger Strength poured into his forefinger, crossing at his brow, while the other palm glided out like Sea Floor Moon Capture, pressing emptily into the air.
This response, in a flash of lightning, was not beyond King of Freedom's expectations.
Bang!
Finger Wind met, air burst.
