But a moment later, he murmured again:
"Young Master Wuyou couldn't possibly be unaware of that."
At this, Cloud Crane True Lord's expression turned solemn. With a trace of emotion in his eyes, he looked at Xu Taiping and said:
"Yet even knowing that, he still chose to throw his punches. That can only mean he trusts that This Old Man will finish drawing the Heaven-Shaking Earth-Splitting Talisman before his Fist Force subsides."
With that thought, Cloud Crane True Lord's robes billowed around him. Disregarding the risk of damaging his Primordial Spirit, he forcibly drew out all the Divine Soul power within it and swiftly traced the final strokes at the foot of the Earth-Splitting Talisman.
At the same time, with his back still to Xu Taiping, he called out:
"My young friend Wuyou, keep throwing your punches. When your strength runs out, leave it to This Old Man!"
Hearing this, Xu Taiping grinned down on the ground below. As he hammered the earth with even fiercer Fist Force, he answered loudly:
"As you command, Senior!"
Almost as soon as his words fell, Xu Taiping threw his one hundred and eighth punch, and his Fist Force rose another notch.
Boom!
Amid a collision that sounded like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, a group of Shadow Demons were shattered before they could even rush out of the shadows.
By now, however, Xu Taiping had used up roughly seventy to eighty percent of his True Essence and Qi and Blood.
How many more punches could he throw with what remained?
Ten?
Twenty?
Or thirty?
Xu Taiping could not be bothered to count anymore. He simply kept punching with all his strength.
Bang!
Just as Xu Taiping slammed down a punch carrying the accumulated Fist Force of at least two hundred punches,