"Cr...ack..."
After the Jiaolong True Spirit turned over, a crack rang out from Lin Shisan's shoulder.
What crashed down this time was far more than a single mountain.
It was practically an entire range of mountains, stacked on top of one another.
Lin Shisan's straight spine creaked and cracked, as though it might snap at any moment.
Waves of searing heat came with stabbing pain. Lin Shisan grunted and staggered backward.
He nearly toppled off the step.
"Squeak, squeak..."
Streams of starlight power happened to flow back to him from the Jiaolong True Spirit just then.
His nearly broken spine straightened little by little.
The two streams of liquefied spiritual power, which had almost been immobilized, also regained their freedom at that moment and finally held Lin Shisan up.
Then the Black-and-White Grinding Disc in his Dantian began turning, grinding down the starlight power bit by bit, discarding the dross and absorbing the essence.
Those two streams of liquefied spiritual power actually began to thicken.
Originally as thin as fine threads, they became as thick as hemp ropes in the blink of an eye, and they were still growing thicker and stronger.
Lin Shisan's body continued to crackle and pop.
Like two swimming dragons, the two streams of spiritual power crawled along Lin Shisan's meridians, forcibly opening up new territory.
"Aah...!"
A heart-rending scream brought even Feng Xian'er to her feet.
She had been drowsy, but she was no longer sleepy at all.
Watching the blurry image constantly jerk about, she instinctively thought Lin Shisan could no longer hold out.
He might even be blasted down very soon.
Although that sea of clouds was simulated, and even the lightning was simulated,
it was connected to the radiance of starlight.
According to legend, Elder Ling Yun, the original creator of the