Chapter 493 Is this the hand bone of a Saint?

Even so, Ye Ling's face did not show the slightest hint of fear. On the contrary, there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth as his left hand incessantly fiddled with the index finger of his right.

If one looked closely, they would notice a subtle white luminescence twinkling on Ye Ling's index finger.

The Spiritual Energy within Ye Ling surged like a vast ocean, wildly pouring into his right index finger!

It was the Saint's bone!

The bald man approached Ye Ling, his face still adorned with a faint smile. Just as he was about to speak, it seemed as though he sensed something, and his expression suddenly stiffened.

"What is this power? The Saint, the Saint's power?" the bald man said, somewhat uncertain.

His expression was grave as he stared at Ye Ling's right index finger, his pupils flickering with shock and panic.

When he saw it clearly, the previous disdain on his face was gone, replaced by deep panic.

A dense fear to the extreme began to spread in his eyes.