Above the ruins of Loushan Pass.
The Supernatural Ability Users all stared wide-eyed, watching closely where the mountain phantom had landed.
Smoke and dust billowed there. Little Prince Huai and the Fourth Grade Corpse Puppet had both been smashed into the earth, their fates unknown.
Quiet. Silence...
Several breaths later, Fenglin, who was fighting Madam Chishui, suddenly turned back. Raising an arm, he gathered the force of a palm strike and slammed it into the mountain phantom.
Boom!
The mountain shook, its yellow glow dimming.
"That old bastard is still wasting his strength?! Taking a direct hit from this Mountain-Moving Talisman means bearing the weight of a mountain," a Third Grade Supernatural Ability User said. "Do you think Little Prince Huai sprang out of a crack in a rock? Isn't he flesh and blood, born of a mother and father? Ridiculous..."
Bang!
Just then, as the mountain phantom shook, someone seemed to strike its underside hard.
Everyone froze, while Banshan knitted his brows and looked down at the ground in disbelief.
Thud...!
A dull sound rang out, and one corner of the mountain phantom suddenly rose.
A powerful man with a shattered black robe and silver light shining all over his body had lifted one corner of the mountain with just his arms, opening a gap beneath it.
Immediately afterward, a bedraggled man covered in dirt and blood scrambled out from beneath the mountain, then took to his heels.
He hadn't died?!
And he was running damn fast?
A mountain phantom hadn't crushed him to death?
"That lad's Corpse Puppet truly is a supreme treasure. To possess such divine strength... how enviable."
"Damn it, take it from him!"
"Even if he isn't dead, he's badly injured. Look at Little Prince Huai-his left arm can swing around. His bones have clearly