Second Restriction

Without Soul Chaser's command, the flowing matter spontaneously gathered upward, forming a pair of palms above his head to hold it up.

The instant the scorching steam collided with them, sizzling filled the air. The palms were burned black.

"What monstrous strength!" Soul Chaser's feet sank deep into the ground. The once relatively flat earth was covered in cracks, and within nearly a hundred meters, dirt and rocks churned as countless compressed earthen spikes surged from the ground.

He hurriedly mobilized the flowing matter to replenish the severely deformed palms. A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple. If he could not hold on, he feared he would be flattened into a meat patty in an instant.

"You mean that if I keep this state up, my consumption will exceed replenishment in one minute?"

Understanding Xiao Yuan's meaning, Soul Chaser's expression grew increasingly grim. In other words, if he did not come up with another response soon, one minute from now would be his death.

Before he could think, the space above shook violently. A stronger stream of steam erupted around Chen Xu. His Yang Extremity Fist had been pushed to its limit, increasing its power by another tenth.

When he looked up, he could clearly see footprints. Breathing in the air purified by his armor but still somewhat scorching, Soul Chaser spread his hands and abruptly clapped them together.

Two solid walls extended from his palms, their upper surfaces covered in sharp spiral spikes as they closed inward.

He exhaled a burst of hot air. The arms wrapped in crimson armor swelled slightly before he swung them horizontally like hammers.

The spikes were forcibly flattened, and the solid walls exploded into countless pieces that turned into flowing matter. Soul Chaser used the opportunity to widen the distance.

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