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A question mark popped up over Yu Bao's head. That's my line, isn't it?
The thought had barely taken shape when the sky abruptly darkened.
It wasn't a cloud blocking the sun. There was no sun in this Heavenly Court to begin with. Something immensely enormous had simply blocked the light from above.
Yu Bao instinctively looked up.
Then he saw the mountain: an iron-gray mass, its sheer cliffs as straight as if carved with a blade, the densely packed spikes along its summit sharply outlined against the low-hanging clouds. With a silent, inescapable pressure, the entire mountain descended from the sky.
Yu Bao's mind ground to a complete halt.
He didn't even have time to think, What is that? or How do I run? He couldn't think of anything at all. He could only stare upward, almost dumbstruck, as the mountain drew closer and grew larger, blotting out the entire sky.
The moment it hit the ground, there was no roar.
A colossal iron-gray mountain, large enough to blot out the sky and sun, fell with unstoppable force. Yet when it landed on the snowfield, it was as quiet as a leaf settling on the surface of a lake.
There was only a soft, muffled squelch, like a boot stepping on a ripe fruit.
The patch of snow where Yu Bao had stood no longer existed.
To be precise, the snow was still there. It was just that where a person should have been beneath it, there was now only a thin layer of something squeezed out from under the mountain's edge—an indistinct mixture of red, white, and gray, like someone had spilled a plate of paints across the snow and then ground it flat beneath a boulder, leaving a smear no more than three feet wide and