Only after a full incense stick's worth of time had passed did the meteor shower finally subside, and Bluestone Ghost City stopped shaking.
The entire area within a hundred li of Nether Seclusion Temple had been razed by the meteors, reduced to ruins shrouded in smoke.
The Saint King stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the spot where the Green-Skinned Little Gourd had vanished without a trace. A faint smile curled his lips.
"To think you managed to escape my grasp. You do have some ability."
"But until you achieve your objective, you certainly won't leave the Dry Jade Continent so easily."
"I look forward to seeing what surprises you bring me next time."
Lin Mo had used the Four Saints Divine Ability, the Heavenly Baleful Sword Puppet, and Spirit-Slaying Sword Intent in succession, placing an enormous strain on his body.
By the time he returned to the Gourd Space, he was utterly exhausted. He slumped to the ground and remained motionless for a long time.
Yet even more shocking than the strain on his body was the Saint King's terrifying, overwhelming strength.
Feng Xu and Mo Qing both paled in alarm. "Fellow Daoist Lin, you... how did you exhaust yourself to this extent?"
"I underestimated the enemy."
Lin Mo exhaled a long, stale breath and said hoarsely, "We still can't draw any conclusions about the Saint King's intentions or motives."
"But in terms of strength alone, the Saint King, who commands the power of rules, is undoubtedly invincible within the Dry Jade Continent."
"If we can't find a way to counter the power of rules, defeating the Saint King on the Dry Jade Continent will be all but impossible..."
Feng Xu and Mo Qing lowered their heads, their expressions unbearably grave.
Although Lin Mo was