So heavy! So crushing! So painful!
Five people, five different ordeals, five utterly different clashes—yet at this moment, the exact same feeling flashed through all their hearts.
Within the Supreme Flesh, the Black Mountain Sect disciple who had returned to his true form and carved out Black Mountain, facing the various legendary creatures and ultimate lifeforms flying toward him, could not help but shudder.
After every clash, enormous marks were left upon his treasure body, upon the precious Divine Mountain—some fists, some palms; some smashing blows, some chopping strikes. Each time, huge slabs of stone fell from his sacred treasure body.
The attacks were inconceivable.
Their fists and kicks had actually transformed into divine beasts and living creatures, possessing life and displaying miraculous powers.
Of course, that itself was nothing. What was truly terrifying was their force—it was far too heavy.
Even the simplest jab contained astonishing might. With a single eruption, it shook his Divine Mountain treasure body until it trembled uncontrollably.
The fist marks on the surface were only a minor matter. The impact had reached deep into his core, leaving wounds there. The sacred Black Mountain Scripture had been torn apart by brute force.
The Black Mountain Sect disciple within the Soul Supreme was in an even worse state. Barely an instant after revealing his treasure body, he immediately returned to human form. Even so, vast patches of deathly gray spread across his body, splitting open as his flesh fell away and turned to ash.
His soul had been taken away.
The dreadful tide of corpses had forcibly peeled it from his body, inflicting unimaginable pain. Two of his seven mortal souls had vanished outright, shredded to pieces amid the corpse tide filling the heavens.
He was utterly passive, swept up by the corpse tide and cast