Golden Hand

On the deserted island filled with purple mist, two figures fighting fiercely were not frightened by the black divine thunder in the sky. They both stopped and looked up at the sky.
"This scene is so terrifying." The old man looked up and muttered to himself, "Even if the master were still alive, he would not be able to escape this shackles."
When the old man saw this scene, there was actually a hint of relief in his eyes.
"Alas, even if the master had not been framed by the villain,...