The five combat ceiling powerhouses of this world were buried in the soil past their necks.
Only a single head remained above ground.
Just adding a little more dirt would be enough to take their lives.
"Is this your limit? You really disappoint me!"
Nether King, Snow Empress, Yuan Zheng, Ghost King, and Xuan Yi Zi had been directly sealed in the mud by Wang Ming during the previous battle.
Since it was just bullying weaklings, it did not take much effort for Wang Ming at all.
If not for preserving their lives and wanting to give them a chance to experience a power surge, Wang Ming wouldn't even have needed to summon his Nebula Body to kill them.
As long as Xuan Yi Zi dared to summon the power of other reincarnation time-space dimensions now, Wang Ming's Silent Black Halberd would arrive first without fail, so the current Xuan Yi Zi could not stir up any major waves before Wang Ming.
Wang Ming stood atop a hill, watching Snow Empress, Ghost King, and the others struggle.
Originally, Wang Ming didn't care much, thinking that since they were the most powerful group of people in this world, they should be able to easily break through themselves.
Yet as time ticked away bit by bit, even Wang Ming couldn't help growing somewhat impatient.
Frowning in thought, he muttered, "Could it be that the pressure is still not enough? Or is there no point strong enough to ignite their beliefs and erupt?"
The spell imprisoning Nether King and the others was not a simple confinement; it also featured shrinking and compression. The soil around them would absorb their Other-Energy bit by bit until it sucked them dry and crushed them into paper sheets.
Among the five, only Ghost King's Other-Energy was clearly