An invisible pressure swept through heaven and earth like a surging tide.
That pressure rivaled, at the very least, the might of someone at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing stage.
Su Shi'er, who had been steadily ascending, stopped dead in midair beneath its weight.
There are corpses underground, and this invisible crushing pressure overhead.
More importantly, those Skeletal Corpses below were clearly formed from Corpse Aura. Unless that aura disperses, there's no way to destroy them completely.
This... is trouble!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Su Shi'er immediately changed direction and shot forward.
He had barely moved when two more Skeletal Corpses appeared in his sight, raising broken blades as they lunged straight at him.
"Hmm? There's no end to this. Do you really think I'm helpless against you?"
Su Shi'er's brows knitted tightly, anger surfacing on his face.
"Boy, if you aren't helpless, why don't you destroy these Skeletal Corpses of mine and show me?"
The hoarse voice drifted eerily from behind the Immortal Pillar, its tone unmistakably tinged with disdain.
After all, the Skeletal Corpses were spawned from the Corpse Aura here, and in the Ancient Battlefield of the Immortal Ruins, Corpse Aura and Killing Intent were the last things in short supply.
With an endless supply of Corpse Aura, the Skeletal Corpses he conjured through his secret art were effectively undying and indestructible.
"Very well. Since you've made a request, how could I refuse to grant your wish?"
"Miro Heaven Hand: Mountain-Suppressing!"
Unhurried, Su Shi'er mustered all the true essence within him. As his words fell, he swept his sleeves as though turning the clouds, his hands tracing a string of afterimages.
In an instant.
Vast true essence surged forth and coalesced into an unparalleled force, forming an enormous palm imprint.
Su Shi'er