"You Sheng, go help them push that door open!" The moment Luo Yue finished speaking, a brief, awkward silence fell over the air.
Everyone's gaze-from the four mighty figures in the sky with their sour expressions to the countless shaken cultivators below, and even Ye Fan and Duan De-instinctively focused on the black-clad young man standing behind Luo Yue, silent as a mountain.
He was no ordinary figure either. Just moments ago, he had exchanged a head-on blow with the Yaoguang mighty figure without giving an inch.
"Roar!"
At the command, a low roar like muffled thunder rolled from deep in the Mountain-Moving Macaque's throat. His powerful body, over ten feet tall, shuddered violently, transforming into his true form: an enormous black ape thousands of feet tall, like a demon mountain.
He carried a suffocating sense of pressure!
He charged straight at the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum, its great door still tightly shut and covered in flowing runes.
"What's he trying to do?"
"Shake an emperor's gate with his bare hands? Has he gone mad?"
"That's the door to a Demon Race Great Emperor's tomb!" Cries of disbelief rose one after another.
The four mighty figures' pupils contracted slightly. They had been attacking together for ages, yet this Mountain-Moving Macaque intended to push it open with brute strength.
"Boom!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding surge of divine power.
There was only a thunderous sound, muffled to the extreme!
It was like a world-opening giant ramming his shoulder against the gate of Mount Buzhou! A visible ring of force burst outward from the Mountain-Moving Macaque's palms, instantly sweeping across the entire door.
"Buzzz!!"
Before the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum, the profound runes that had just dimmed, yet still held tremendous power, abruptly blazed with dazzling light.
"Roar!"
The towering ape's eyes