"Bullshit!"
The man flew into a rage at those words, his gray-white face twisting for an instant. But then he burst into wild laughter again, sharper and more frenzied than before.
"Junior, since you're a Fusion Realm body cultivator, I won't hold back. Devouring your body might just help me advance a minor realm!"
Before his words had faded, he turned his left hand over, holding the Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain fragment in his palm.
Black and red light abruptly began flowing over the fragment like a living creature, radiating yin-yang qi of the utmost density.
The light enveloped the man, sending his aura climbing steadily.
Boom!
The man pushed off with his foot, turning into a streak of black and red light as he charged toward Chen Changming.
The Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain fragment blazed in his palm. Its black and red radiance spun like a vortex, bearing an ancient, heavy pressure, as though he had borrowed the power of the entire Yin-Yang Mountain.
Chen Changming's gaze sharpened.
He could also tell that even holding a mere fragment of Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain multiplied the might of an Ancient Ghost Clan member.
In the man's hands, that fragment was truly like wings added to a tiger, forcibly raising his combat strength to another level. Faced with such an attack, Chen Changming did not dare be overconfident either.
With a movement of his hand, a streak of black light flew out.
The black light rapidly expanded in midair, turning into a small mountain that floated before Chen Changming.
The small mountain was pitch-black all over, radiating an extremely heavy magnetic fluctuation.
At this critical moment, Chen Changming summoned the Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Replica.
After all, pitting a spirit mountain against a spirit mountain was the way battles between the Six Ancients should