Ten-Thousand-Jin Sinking Anchor!
Lan Jinghe raised both hands above her head, then slammed them downward.
Buzz—
The water pressure across the entire graveyard instantly surged.
A massive black phantom of a sinking anchor condensed above her head.
Vortices coiled around the anchor, lightning patterns coursed across it, and it carried a faint power of spatial-temporal distortion.
This was a strike that fused the Space-Time God Shuttle with her own divine authority.
It was more than twice as powerful as an ordinary Myriad-Jin Repressing Force.
With a thunderous boom, the sinking anchor crashed down.
Even space seemed to warp beneath the blow, letting out a groan of unbearable strain.
The old man's expression finally turned completely grave.
He knew that if he failed to block this move properly, he would be seriously injured.
"Roar—!"
The old man's chest abruptly swelled as he threw back his head and released a rough whale cry.
Behind him, the phantom of a Thunder Whale faintly emerged.
Mystic Thunder Rend
The old man thrust both hands forward.
A jet-black bolt of lightning, mixed with the howl of a Thunder Whale, burst from his palms.
The lightning was not thick, but it had been condensed to the utmost limit.
Boom—!!
The sinking anchor and the mystic thunder collided violently.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an incomparably muffled boom.
At the center of the collision, space caved inward by a tiny degree.
The next instant, the shockwave exploded outward in every direction.
Crash—
All the remaining tombstones nearby instantly turned to dust.
The enormous grave-suppressing stele also trembled three times, its cracks deepening further.
Lan Jinghe was sent flying backward three zhang before barely stabilizing herself.
Her chest rose and fell, and her breathing was slightly ragged.
That move had consumed nearly thirty percent of her divine