Xia Yan and several others were startled. They glanced at Huang and the others.,This arm is bluish-black, thick and muscular. There are many wounds on it, and yellow pus is still oozing from them.,Three grotesque figures emerged from the spatial rift, their three heads thrown back in a primal roar. They surveyed their surroundings with eyes that were clouded and lifeless, yet brimmed with a palpable malice.。