Yuhiri closed his eyes, concentrated on the dark power in his body, condensed it and attached it to his right palm, which was not in contact with the temple gate, and then took a deep breath and waved his hand violently. The right palm attached to the rich dark power instantly turned into an extremely sharp blade, and in an instant, the left hand was cut off from the wrist.

The whole process was resolute and resolute, without any hesitation and hesitation. Even, before he made up his mind, when he took action and after cutting off his palm, there was not a trace of reluctance and pain on his face.

The Xitai clan can rely on the strength of only one clan to be the enemy of other blood clans, and it probably relies on this ruthless decision in the hands of others and in their own hearts.

Dill glanced lightly at the neat cut on Yuciri's wrist, and there was nothing unusual in his eyes.

Many times, people do everything to survive.

Just like Yuhiri, in order to save his life, he resolutely gave up one of his hands, which is not to make a fuss.

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Yuhiri silently felt the surging magic power in his body, and his heart beat "thumping" under the traction of excitement.

Although his abdomen was bulging from the previous swelling, the power of magic in his body was enough for him to ignore the small anomalies in his body.

He could feel that the concentration of the magic power in his body had returned to the level of the previous peak, and there was even a faint tendency to surpass.

When it comes to power and status, no one will rest on their laurels.

At Yuciri's age, he was already the best of his generation when he was originally made a marquis, but at this moment, the abundant power of magic made him even more ambitious. Perhaps, in the near future, he will become a duke?

It's just that there is no white benefit in this world?

The so-called leap of a thousand miles in a day is just because you pay a price to match.

And Yuciri's strength was able to return to the peak in just a few moments, not because of God's favor or luck, but because he had overdrawn his body's potential in advance.

Even if it seems like a welcome change at the moment, in the long run, it burns his life and accelerates the process of death.

This is evident from the fact that the palm of the hand that was cut off by Yuhiri and was still sucked on the temple gate.

Without the support of **, the palm of the hand is like a seedling lacking water, and it will soon show a decline of aging. The back of the hand, which was originally smooth and fair, became wrinkled and spotted.

The plump and rounded palm dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a corpse that had been sucked dry by a leech, showing a dead gray color.

What's even more terrifying is that soon, even such a thin layer of shriveled and wrinkled skin will not be able to remain. The temple door seemed to have an invisible mouth, silently devouring the mass of flesh and skin.

However, Yuhiri, who was immersed in joy and fantasy, did not see this shocking scene.

By the time he had calmed down a bit, there was no sign of the door.

The gate still stands quietly, tall and majestic. Everything seems to be the most peaceful and beautiful.

Dill didn't make any more attempts to get Yuhiri to do anything, and walked straight up and raised her foot, kicking hard at the door.

There was a loud "boom" at the gate