Feeling the Immortal Essence within him rapidly recover, Su Shi'er did not hesitate in the slightest. He decisively poured the surging Immortal Essence into the Mountain Moving Art.
Just as Su Shi'er increased the flow of Immortal Essence.
Mu Yingluo did not remain idle either. After giving him the spiritual pill, she immediately gathered all her True Yuan and struck the center of Su Shi'er's back with her palm, transferring what little True Yuan she had recovered into his body.
She had only found a single pill of this kind by sheer luck. Having used it on Su Shi'er, she naturally had none left for herself.
The True Yuan in her body had only barely recovered by a fraction over the course of their journey.
Compared to Su Shi'er's expenditure, it was no more than a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.
Yet Mu Yingluo knew well that this was the critical moment to stake their lives. Every extra shred of strength meant an extra shred of hope.
"Rumble!"
With abundant Immortal Essence bolstering it, the Mountain Moving Art was pushed to its absolute limit.
The sheer cliffs stretching for tens of thousands of zhang along both sides of the great canyon were finally shaken by the tremendous force of the spell.
Two thunderous booms rang out, and fine cracks once more appeared across the earth on either side of the canyon.
The cracks were not particularly wide.
Yet the appearance of those cracks caused the two solitary peaks to tremble violently.
Amid the violent shaking, the towering cliffs slowly began to rise from the ground.
As the mountains changed, the formidable formation within the canyon was immediately affected as well. Formation patterns connected to the cliffs instantly became clearly visible and turned chaotic.
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