Seeing the wind blade, a trace of delight also appeared on Luo Zheng's face. He had finally found the Black Wind Blade!
Seeing that the Black Wind Blade was shooting in the wrong direction, Luo Zheng adjusted his angle and charged straight toward it.
"Pfft!"
This wind blade, which contained five layers of Wind Law, struck Luo Zheng directly in the chest and erupted with a muffled sound.
"Power Transfer!"
The instant the Black Wind Blade struck his chest, Luo Zheng did not forget to use the Will of the Great Thousand World to investigate the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain.
Under this investigation, Luo Zheng's gaze flickered slightly. A faint white mark had appeared beneath the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain...
Even a wind blade containing five layers of Wind Law could leave behind only a faint mark. The Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain was so enormous—when would he ever finish cutting through it?
A trace of frustration appeared on Luo Zheng's face.
However, Luo Zheng had never been one to give up easily. During the days he had remained in the Central Region, he had not only been cultivating but also preparing to ascend to the Upper Realm.
He understood the principle that preparation ensured success, while failure to prepare meant failure. Since he could collect it at such a small cost, why would he not do so?
As he continued forward, the number of Black Wind Blades grew greater and greater, while the number of Azure Wind Blades dwindled...
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft..."
The Black Wind Blades followed different trajectories, so Luo Zheng could only do his best to collide with them using his body. Under these ceaseless impacts, streams of power were transferred directly to the bottom of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain.
"Ten..."
"One hundred..."
"One thousand..."