The shattered World Tree turned into specks of fluorescent light and fell into the new world.
Pangu was horrified and hurriedly flew over, mobilizing what little mana remained in his body in an attempt to stabilize it.
But it was of no use. The heavens continued to descend.
In his desperation, Pangu gritted his teeth and used his body to bear the burden directly.
He stood between heaven and earth, his feet planted on the ground and his hands holding up the sky.
In an instant, immense pressure bore down on him. Heaven and earth were about to close together, and Pangu was nearly unable to endure.
In an instant, he could not help coughing up blood, and his previous injuries worsened.
Unwilling to accept this, Pangu roared and increased his strength, striving to force heaven and earth apart and prevent them from closing.
His body continued to grow larger, while heaven and earth were pushed farther and farther apart.
This was the fruit of his labor. How could he willingly give up now?
Seeing this, Lin Tian hurried over to help, using his own body to hold up heaven and earth.
The tremendous force pressed down on him until he too was on the verge of collapse.
They had yet to recover from their battle with the Great Dao.
Thus, he asked Pangu, hoping to persuade him to give up. "Fellow Daoist Pangu, less than a tenth of our strength remains. As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Give up for now. Once we recover our strength, we can open the heavens again."
If this continued, they would truly die here.
He had not refined any Spiritual Treasure to support the heavens before this, believing that with the World Tree, everything would