Unrivaled Soldier in the City

Chapter 640 Cain’s Left Hand

At the thought of Cain’s left hand, every member of the Blood Clan grew excited. A hint of greed flickered in their eyes, but they hid it well. At the same time, they became even more cautious.

No one knew how long they had been walking. The deeper they went, the more intense the darkness became. The silent space felt increasingly frightening, and the air turned heavy and oppressive. Gradually, Gallio and Amanda, who were leading the way, stopped in their tracks. A huge door had appeared before them.

The door was pitch-black and carved with complex patterns that formed the image of a man.

"Cain! This... this is the symbol of our progenitor, Cain!" Gallio and Amanda exclaimed, almost in unison. The moment they spoke, their breathing grew rapid and their gazes turned fervent. It wasn’t just them; the eyes of every member of the Blood Clan burned with the same fire, their breathing growing heavy.

"Open it!" Kulad and Colding commanded simultaneously. Even with their legendary self-control, their breath quickened and their fists clenched tightly, their eyes brimming with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Hearing the command, Gallio and Amanda nodded. They approached the door, placed their hands upon it, and pushed with all their might.

CREAK. CREAK.

The shrill sound of grinding metal echoed through the chamber. Yet, to the ears of the Blood Clan, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. The door slowly groaned open, revealing a narrow gap. A faint glow spilled out from within, illuminating the space before them.

Seeing this, Gallio and Amanda pushed harder until the five or six-meter-wide door swung fully open, enveloping everyone in a soft, ethereal light. Now, they could all see that beyond the door lay a vast chamber, as large as two or three football fields combined.

Across from them stood a tall stone statue—the statue of Cain, the progenitor of the Blood Clan. Most importantly, the statue’s hands were held up, and cradled within them was a disembodied hand, the very source of all the light.

"That... That’s Cain’s left hand!" someone cried out. At that moment, everyone’s breathing turned ragged, their eyes blazing with desire.

"Move!" Colding roared. In a flash, he launched himself forward, streaking straight toward the hand in the statue’s grasp.

At the same time, Kulad was no slower, soaring into the air and dashing toward Cain’s left hand.

"Kulad, get the hell out of my way!" Colding bellowed, twisting mid-air to throw a punch. An overwhelming force erupted in an instant. Black Dark Power exploded from Colding’s fist, terrifyingly potent.

Seeing this, Kulad naturally refused to back down. With Cain’s left hand right before him, he was prepared to fight to the death to stop Colding. With that in mind, Kulad threw a punch of his own, unleashing the terrifying Dark Power from his body to meet Colding’s attack head-on.

BANG!

Their fists collided with the force of two high-speed trains crashing into each other. A terrifying shockwave of power surged outward, shaking the entire chamber.

"Hahaha, Kulad, you fell for it! Cain’s left hand is mine!" Colding laughed heartily after the impact. The exchange had been a deliberate ploy; he had used the force of Kulad’s blow to accelerate himself toward the statue.

Clearly, it had worked. He was now just over a meter away from Cain’s left hand, moments from claiming it.

Seeing this, Kulad’s eyes filled with rage. In his excitement, he hadn’t anticipated Colding’s treachery. He felt like a fool, and his expression twisted into an ugly, ferocious scowl.

"Colding, I’ll kill you, even if you get Cain’s left hand!" Kulad roared in helpless fury. It was impossible to catch up to him now.

"Heh heh... hahaha! Just you wait! I’d like to see you try!" Colding gloated. The next moment, he reached out his hand to seize the prize.

However, just as his palm touched the left hand, a sudden, dramatic change occurred. The hand erupted in a dazzling blaze of light, unleashing a terrifying power that slammed directly into Colding. He never expected such a turn of events, and there was no time to stop it or defend himself.

"Ah!" Colding cried out in agony, spitting a mouthful of blood as he plummeted from the sky. As a master of the Blood Clan, he managed to land on his feet despite his injuries, but his face was deathly pale.

"Damn it! What the hell is this!" he cursed furiously, standing his ground. His eyes had turned completely blood-red, his face hideously contorted.

"Haha, Colding, what happened? Didn’t you get Cain’s left hand? Haha, where’s the hand?" Seeing this outcome and Colding’s grievous injuries, Kulad couldn’t help but roar with laughter, his words dripping with scorn.

Hearing this, Colding shot him a vicious glare. "There’s no need for your mockery, Kulad. The same thing would happen to you. Why don’t you try, if you don’t believe me!" he huffed coldly.

"Is that so? Then I’ll give it a try!"

With that, Kulad’s figure soared into the air. He approached the statue, his eyes eagerly fixated on the hand cradled in its grasp. The hand was translucent, seemingly devoid of any Dark Power, and even radiated a sense of holiness.

Kulad was excited, but mindful of what had happened to Colding, he didn’t dare to be careless. With a reverent heart, he slowly reached out and lightly touched the glowing left hand.

The moment his palm made contact, his expression changed dramatically.

In the next instant, a terrifying force surged from the relic, viciously rebounding into Kulad’s body.

BANG!

He was sent flying, spraying a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned just as ghastly as Colding’s.