The sudden acceleration was enough to let Lin Ruhu race past the falling meteorite at extreme speed and enter the Yuanyang Continent faster.
But Xu Zimo had to face the meteorite alone.
Lin Ruhu shouted, wanting to turn back and help Xu Zimo, but his strength was insufficient to reverse course.
Xu Zimo took a deep breath and looked at the enormous meteorite.
Though he could not attack the meteorite head-on, that did not mean he could not evade it and simply sit waiting for death.
Xu Zimo's gaze deepened as immense power continuously swirled around him.
The power did not merely circulate across his body; it also rumbled within him.
It was as though it wanted to burst through his skin and fly straight out.
His muscles bulged high as Xu Zimo compressed all his power together. When the meteorite fell, there was nowhere left for him to dodge.
He thrust both hands forward against the meteorite.
He needed to use the meteorite as the core and borrow its force to carry him into the Yuanyang Continent.
The force of this falling meteorite could be either a blessing or a curse.
If things went badly, it might carry Xu Zimo deep into the cosmos, where he would never escape for all eternity.
But if things went well, Xu Zimo could borrow this force and reach the Yuanyang Continent with ease instead.
Whether it was good or bad depended entirely on how he controlled it.
This required control over power at the level of subtlety, or perhaps something even more meticulous.
Boom!
Overwhelming power came surging forth, roaring and clashing without end. Though the meteorite was not particularly large, like a shooting star fallen from beyond the heavens,
Compared to Xu Zimo, it was like a small shaman before a