Ants Shaking the Heavens

Shaking off Cao Qian, Li Su hurried onward without stopping.

Before long, he reached the end of the hundred thousand miles. There was no road ahead.

Standing there, he was somewhat stunned. Was it over?

Hadn't they said eight hundred and ten thousand miles?

Before the thought had even settled, the scenery around him abruptly changed.

The river beneath his feet began to change color. Not only that, far in the distance, a colossal ochre earth-dragon of raging water came hurtling toward him.

Li Su could not help but freeze for a moment, then turned around.

Only to discover that, at some unknown point, he had already crossed to the other side. Behind him was where he had stood moments ago, still as tranquil as ever, the river without the slightest ripple.

Had he entered another space?

After blinking, Li Su stepped forward again, walking toward the terrifying torrent-dragon roaring his way.

Rumble!

Every second, seemingly hundreds of millions of tons of water poured down without end. Unlike the river on this side, which became quiet and gentle the instant one stopped, the onslaught over there seemed utterly ceaseless.

Li Su's gaze sharpened. The Yin-Yang Dao Fruit leaped out from between his brows, and with a wave of its tiny hand, yin and yang qi surged out and enveloped him.

A vast black-and-white space formed directly before Li Su, crashing headlong into the torrent.

The instant they made contact, he sensed the difference. Compared to the great waves from before, this torrent was distinctly different—far too fast, far too powerful, with far too many changes.

In an instant, the thousand-chi span of yin and yang was crushed back to five hundred meters. Li Su's steps were forced to halt for a moment before he sorted it out, turning it into