Five-Colored Mountain Peak

Only after exhausting every method at his disposal did Wang Yulun manage to barely stabilize the downward pulling force on the other end of the hook.

"What in the world is on the other side? How can it have such tremendous strength?"

Just as Xu Fan wanted to continue helping his good brother, a strange force suddenly immobilized him, leaving him able only to watch from the side, unable to offer his good brother any further assistance.

Wang Yulun's face flushed red as he gripped the Fishing Rod tightly with both hands and strained upward.

He had already mobilized every ounce of strength in his body, yet he had only barely managed to steady the situation.

At that moment, another powerful force came from the other end of the Fishing Rod, trying to drag Wang Yulun over.

No, I have to find a way to give my good brother a hand. Xu Fan thought.

He could already see Wang Yulun's feet slowly sliding toward the edge, the immense force gouging two furrows into the ground.

"He whose strength is without end is the bright spirit of Heaven, the root source of Earth."

"He who possesses the power to tear the heavens asunder may transform..."

A passage from the Creation Dao Scripture was transmitted into Wang Yulun's ears through a special method.

Since he could not directly help his good brother, he could only resort to some other means.

Upon hearing Xu Fan's Creation Scripture, Wang Yulun immediately gained some insight. It was as though he had swallowed a strength pill, reversing his disadvantage of sliding toward the other side.

Bang!!

Wang Yulun, holding the Fishing Rod, took a step back and stamped a deep footprint into the ground. Then came a second step.

The giant object on the other end