"Good thing you learned his technique. Otherwise, we really couldn't have blocked that strike," Adams said through Mental Power.
Mo Qiong's expression was as deep and dark as iron. He seemed to have blocked it, but in truth, he had relied entirely on coordinating with Absolute Hit!
He shot away the energy he came into contact with, transferring it to some distant part of the universe. That was why he had been able to resist for so long.
But in this high-load state, his Mental Strength wouldn't last much longer.
If Aton increased his power further, the winged shield wall Mo Qiong had created might collapse in an instant.
This wasn't a matter of energy. He simply couldn't sustain such a massive operation. He wasn't a Feather God cultivator, yet he was using the techniques of the Feather God system. It was far too strenuous.
Apparently noticing Mo Qiong's problem, Adams asked, "Do you have a Plan B?"
"Wait!" Mo Qiong said no more and focused completely on resisting the berserk blazing sun.
At this moment, there was only one Pure Land on World Creation Mountain: the hundred-li radius protected by Mo Qiong.
That area was still shrinking, and the people inside were becoming more and more crowded.
Mo Qiong was maintaining such a massive operation purely through sheer willpower.
Forcibly squeezing his Mental Strength to its limit was something only top members could accomplish. At this moment, Mo Qiong had pushed it even further, taking it to the extreme.
Fortunately, he no longer had a physical body and was left with only his primordial spirit. That actually had its advantages.
The distractions and excess sensations brought about by excessive hormones were gone, so his thoughts no longer needed to process extraneous information that should not have been handled.
Even