The power of Yuan-level Maha Wuliang descended with a crash, giving Jiang Dali no time whatsoever to resist or respond. He suddenly felt a fierce force from above engulf and crush his entire body!
A sudden series of seventy or eighty crisp crackling sounds erupted from his body. All eighty-one major acupoints across his body were sealed by the invisible force descending from above. His qi channels were suppressed until he could not move, and even his primordial spirit power was pinned within his brow!
In an instant, Jiang Dali's tiger eyes widened in fury. His muscles tightened and veins bulged, yet he could only watch helplessly as that terrifying power above him, like a great bronze gong, shook the void and slowly pressed down.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
His clothes could not withstand the pressure and burst apart, only to be pressed tightly against his boulder-like body, unable to budge. The crushing weight, like Mount Tai bearing down upon him, made Jiang Dali's entire body tremble. Even his knees were being forced to bend, as though he were about to kneel.
"Aaargh!"
Jiang Dali roared. A dazzling divine light suddenly burst from his eyes as his divine might erupted. The aura that had been suppressed to its limit immediately broke through the pressure above under the impetus of that divine might, ready to surge higher. The internal strength in his dantian, which had been sluggish under suppression, also stirred at once, about to enter a state of destruction along with his rising aura.
Yet just as his aura began to strengthen, the pressure from above abruptly became even more terrifying.
"Ma!"
The Thirty Adamantine Wooden Men chanted a true mantra in unison and strode forward. Blinding golden light erupted from all of them, driving the Maha Wuliang power above, which