Pei Ling's Main Body and clone immediately found themselves unable to move, as though countless towering mountains, jagged and majestic, were surging toward them from every direction. Boundless force pressed in from all sides, seeming intent on grinding them both to dust!
At the same time, the [Mountain in Hand], which had just come to a halt, was once more enveloped in the heavy, majestic power of mountains and began descending toward Pei Ling again.
The mountain fell with astonishing speed. The raging wind tore down like a sea of blades, frantically ripping apart everything beneath its shadow.
Pei Ling's robes snapped in the wind, his black hair whipped wildly, and pain swept over his entire body as though layer upon layer of blades were scraping across his face.
In the blink of an eye, the mountain was about to crash down on him.
His expression did not change in the slightest. With a thought, his clone instantly turned into a mass of thick darkness and surged into his body.
As countless Dark Red Patterns appeared, his Main Body fused with his clone once more!
The next moment, the colossal mountain slammed into the earth like a meteor falling from the heavens.
Boom!!!
The earth shook incessantly. With a succession of crisp cracks, countless fissures raced into the distance, underground springs gushed forth, and lava churned.
The murky dust took a long time to settle. When it finally cleared, Pei Ling stood with one hand supporting the mountain, both feet planted firmly on the ground. Centered on his feet, countless cracks spread like a spiderweb, covering the entire land.
The colossal mountain kept pressing downward, its boundless weight crushing all that stood in its way. Pei Ling did not move an inch. More and more cracks appeared across the earth,