As they ventured deeper, the group encountered quite a few killing formations and puppets. Fortunately, they escaped danger without mishap and gathered many treasures, such as Earth Spirit Springs, Profound Earth Crystals, Golden Marrow Stones, and more.
Though Lin Han had little interest in earth-element heavenly treasures, he casually picked several spirit plants that could aid the cultivation of an Ice Spirit Root.
Just as the group was about to reach the core area, a vast, overwhelming pressure swept toward them.
Ahead of them stood a towering, burly figure three zhang tall.
His shoulders were broad and back thick as a mountain range, every inch of muscle knotted and full.
His bronze skin possessed defenses comparable to Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Iron.
The surface of his skin was covered in Dao markings formed after cultivating the physical body to its utmost limit.
His face was broad and his brows thick. His eyes held no pupils, only murky yellow spheres of light.
His nose bridge was high, his lips pressed tightly into a cold, hard line.
His neck was thick as a pillar, his hands nearly touched the ground, and his knuckles were as large as stone pestles.
His legs stood straight, his feet broad and thick. Every step he took cracked the ground into spiderweb-like fissures.
His toes were thick as stone nails, gripping the earth tightly. Even if struck by outside force, they would not loosen in the slightest.
Supreme grade cloth still remained on his body. Though it had long been tattered after ten thousand years, it still covered vital areas such as his shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen.
At that moment, he was madly attacking the cultivators who had secretly ventured inside.
Shi Po Jia gaped. "Such a formidable physical body?"
Lu Yan raised his brow. "What dense energy."