The Final, Steady Halt at the Peak of the Half-step Quasi-Saint Realm!

At this moment, he was likely drenched through, his whole body cold and clammy, even his fingertips trembling.

During that stretch earlier, he had nearly squeezed dry every last bit of his strength and focus.

Do not forget—he was a top-tier existence at the perfected Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

The reserves of spiritual power and magical power within him were profound beyond measure, like a surging ocean, vast as a sea of stars.

Yet even with such deep reserves, he could no longer suppress the waves of leaden fatigue weighing on his heart.

From time to time, a flicker of disorientation swept through his mind—

clearly the result of excessive spiritual exhaustion.

The magical power within his body was nearly depleted as well.

After all, he had kept his nerves stretched taut, dodging at high speed—

every movement had to thread the needle, slipping past the ferocious beast's attacks by a hair's breadth.

The demands this placed on his reactions, judgment, and control of magical power were astonishingly high!

If he kept forcing himself like this, in less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, both his magical power and Spiritual Sense would run dry.

By then, he would truly be fish on the chopping block, at another's mercy!

What weighed most heavily on Yama King's heart now was this:

after spending so much strength and holding out for so long, he still had not found a sound way to break the deadlock.

He truly was nearing his limit.

"Big Brother, our magical power has recovered to eighty percent. We will transfer all of it to you now!"

King Qin Guang's voice suddenly reached his ears.

"With the Yama Emperor Sword in hand, activate the Emperor's authority within it, and you will surely slay this beast with