God Kings had incredibly keen senses. The Lord of Hatred clearly sensed that this malice came from Lin Zhen.
In truth, when he had first been pinned beneath the mountain, the Lord of Hatred had constantly wanted to kill Lin Zhen as well. Both were full of hostility toward each other, but year after year had passed—nearly two thousand years by now—and that initial resolve had long since been worn away.
The Lord of Hatred had even felt that he might be trapped here forever. If so, having someone like Lin Zhen to talk to was not so bad. Otherwise, after being alone for too long, he might truly go mad.
But he had never expected that, even now, Lin Zhen would still want to kill him. It was simply unforgivable.
"Ghost Face King, save your breath. You can't even restore your body here—what can you possibly do to me? Drown me with that little bit of liquid? Hahaha, stop dreaming."
Lin Zhen ignored the Lord of Hatred's rambling. He was trying to figure out how to move the divine mountain even a little.
It was impossible to force it with his own strength. Even his weapons were useless at the moment.
The weight of this divine mountain was simply incalculable.
For example, calculating the weight of the Himalayan Mountains was already an extremely difficult task. What about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?
What about the entire Earth? The entire Solar System?
What if it were the entire Milky Way Galaxy?
After all, a galaxy did not consist only of planets. It also contained meteorites, the Asteroid Belt, and Dark Matter that was everywhere.
Who could calculate the weight of a Milky Way Galaxy a hundred thousand light-years in diameter?
What was more, this divine mountain weighed as much as several Milky