The spiritual energy storm subsided, but the world had already changed beyond recognition.
The terrain of the entire seventh level of the Eternal Pagoda had been utterly transformed. It looked as though it had been plowed over: every mountain range had been flattened, and ravines and pits scarred the land in every direction.
Mu Chen, who had merged with heaven and earth through the Great Wind-Calling Art to nullify the damage, condensed his form once more. He looked perfectly at ease, as if he had merely gone on a countryside stroll and just returned.
A colossal black-and-white umbrella hovered above Maha You.
The Mohe Heaven-Net Umbrella was one of the Mohe God Clan's top defensive divine abilities, and it was more than a cut above the Mohe Heaven Bell Maha You had brought out earlier.
"Crack, crack..."
After withstanding countless shock waves, the battered Mohe Heaven-Net Umbrella could no longer hold together. It dissolved into pure streams of black and white qi, scattering across the world.
Even Maha You, a Quasi-Saint expert, had gone pale, his lips cracked and dry.
Though he looked somewhat disheveled, his injuries were only superficial; his foundations remained unharmed.
But that world-shaking clash between Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Abilities had drained most of this superpower's reserves. The Supreme Sea in his abdomen was almost completely dry.
Maha You panted heavily, staring fixedly at his opponent.
That calm, unruffled air made the younger brother of the Mohe God Lord seriously doubt himself. Which one of them was the Quasi-Saint—him or Mu Chen?
Why wasn't Mu Chen even red in the face or out of breath after one battle after another?
The heaven-defying fortune of having eight or nine Divine Veins stacked together was something Maha You would likely never experience in his life. Even the ancestor who