As if it had known all along that Ling Tian would burrow underground to escape its crushing weight, the Yin Yang Bagua Plate had prepared in advance, shielding the ground beneath it with a nine-colored barrier. Ling Tian had already witnessed the barrier's defensive power. Even Four Consecutive Arrow Strikes couldn't break through it, so there was no doubt his plan to burrow underground had gone up in smoke.
"Pfft..." Po Qiong couldn't help laughing. "Ling Tian, you really offended Little Eight this time. It's actually treating you like this. You're in for it now."
"Uh..." Ling Tian wore a bitter smile. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Ling Tian, I estimate that even if you compress all eight Phenomenal Domains, you still won't be able to lift Little Eight," Po Qiong said. Then his tone shifted, turning teasing. "If it comes to it, just run. You can always try again another time. It'd be a shame to quit with only half an incense stick left, but that's still a lot better than losing your life, right?"
"Another time?" Ling Tian gave a bitter laugh and said irritably, "Who can guarantee it won't deal with me this way next time? If it does, won't everything I've gone through so far have been for nothing?"
"Heh, maybe it'll have cooled off by next time and won't treat you like this again," Po Qiong said casually.
"It's so vindictive, there's no way it'll cool off without letting off steam first," Ling Tian said. Then, as if he had made up his mind, his expression turned resolute. "I'm going to keep holding on. I refuse to believe it can crush me to death. I've already lasted ten breaths, so the Lord of the Universe will protect me..."
"Your life probably