Above Luye Island, at an altitude of 10,241 meters, within the vault of the stratosphere.
The dark clouds beneath their feet surged past like a tide. Above them, the heavens were pitch-black, reflecting the primordial darkness of the cosmos—vast and grim.
At this very moment, Ji Jue stood high above the firmament, looking down upon all things!
"This altitude—"
Ji Jue sighed. "No matter how many times I see it, it still makes the heart expand and the spirit soar."
"Blegh!"
A miserable sound came from beside him. It was Lou Feng, already sprawled on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and vomiting violently as capillaries burst all over his body.
Bleeding from all seven orifices.
In just a few seconds, they had gone straight from the ground to the heavens. Unlike Ji Jue, Lou Feng had not long since fused with the Construction of Ten Thousand Hands. At the same time, he had to mobilize his remaining reserves of Spiritual Substance to satisfy Ji Jue's bottomless extravagance and consumption.
Now, he lay atop hardened mercury, convulsing all over.
His lips, frothing blood-red bubbles, opened and closed with difficulty. Sadly, the air was far too thin for anyone to hear the words of praise he was trying to offer.
What a pity!
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I forgot."
Ji Jue hurriedly waved his hand. Fluid mercury immediately wound around Lou Feng, piercing into his body, taking over his internal organs, and maintaining his basic vital signs.
Lou Feng rolled his eyes. He could no longer speak.
Forget speaking—he barely had any intact alveoli left. The only reason he had not suffered a cerebral hemorrhage was that Ji Jue had acted quickly, brutally stabilizing his blood pressure through artificial means.
Just like the way he had ascended.
Pure, unadulterated brute force!