Raging Currents Cut Off the Golden Core Path, Blood Debts Repaid by Digging Out the Dao Foundation

Lu Chen's body stretched out at terrifying speed in midair, trailing a string of black afterimages.

The three-hundred-thousand-jin City-Guarding Stele was lashed tightly to his right arm by thick, heavy black-iron chains, plunging down with his overwhelmingly powerful fleshly body.

Absolute weight cleaved down from the heavens.

The foul, poisonous miasma that hung perpetually above the swamp, impossible to disperse even with the bleak winds of the Great Wilderness, was forcibly driven aside by this tyrannical, unreasonable torrent of pure gravity.

A vast, transparent vacuum zone rapidly formed beneath Lu Chen's feet.

The air was compressed to its limit, letting out an ear-splitting shriek.

In the pitch-black swamp below.

The Black Mud City Lord was desperately drilling into the deepest layers of stinking sludge.

The horrifying pressure descending from above made every hair on his body stand on end, his scalp exploding with numbness.

He looked up. His face, wrinkled like old tree bark, twisted completely out of shape under extreme terror.

He could not evade it!

That savage brute did not follow any immortal cultivator's rules at all—he was bringing down an entire mountain right on top of him!

The Black Mud City Lord's liver and gallbladder nearly burst from fright.

A shrill, wheezing scream leaked from his throat. He could not spare a thought for the backlash agony caused by forcibly circulating his power.

This old dog frantically squeezed out the last trace of Golden Core true essence within his sea of qi.

A ball of blue-green light shot out from deep within his withered sleeve.

It was a palm-sized tortoiseshell shield.

The tortoiseshell swelled against the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a blue-green light shield three zhang wide. Incomparably intricate immortal runes flowed across its surface as it braced itself firmly above his