Snow Ji had actually propped up the falling sky with her little fist!
At the sight, all the immortals were stunned. Only now did they realize just how terrifyingly powerful Her Majesty the Queen of the Snow Nation had become.
Peng Lang walked behind Snow Ji, his right hand gripping his sword hilt, and watched the Divine Striking Patriarch, Sword Immortal Ensheng, and the others calmly and warily.
At such a critical, dangerous moment, Snow Ji had to contend with the Solar System Sword Formation. Anyone who dared seize the opportunity to harm her would face his fiercest, most frenzied Sword Kill.
Jing Jiu glanced at Snow Ji, then at the frozen sky, and stirred his divine sense slightly.
A tiny tornado formed on the ground, sweeping some grains of sand into the air.
Then the grains slowly fell from the bottom of the tornado, like an hourglass.
"This is how much time we have left," he said.
Tong Yan looked at the number of grains and the speed at which they fell, made a quick calculation, and said, "Seventy-one hours, Standard Time."
Shen Yunmai was also watching the sand. "And four minutes."
That meant that in seventy-one hours and four minutes, even Snow Ji would no longer be able to stop the sky from falling.
It was not that her divine ability could only hold out until then, but that the Solar System Sword Formation would complete its final transformation at that moment, naturally swallowing Mars.
That final process was a transformation of heaven and earth, truly beyond human power to change-even if Snow Ji was inhumanly strong.
Should they leave beforehand, then? Would leaving Mars bring more danger? Many gazes fell on the wheelchair, waiting for Jing Jiu's judgment, including that of the immortal beyond the cliff. Immortal