"Break open, damn you!"
Just then, Li Jiuchen's furious voice suddenly rang out inside the Stone Chamber. His reaction had been much the same as Li Yan's. As a powerful practitioner of the physical cultivation path, he unleashed a terrifying surge of force from his body.
In the next instant, his entire form flickered rapidly between a human shape and the phantom of a "dragonhawk head." His bones gave an unbroken series of cracks, and the pain sent sweat pouring like a spring from his forehead.
He, too, failed to break free from where he stood, instead tearing his own muscles apart. Such was his ferocity—he had scarcely restrained the eruption of his strength at all.
Fortunately, his bones were exceptionally tough. Only at the last moment did he stop wildly unleashing his physical strength. Although numerous places on his body had split open and blood was already spraying out, his body as a whole had suffered no major damage.
Li Jiuchen likewise felt his magical power draining away like floodwater through a breached dam. In perhaps two breaths, it would be sucked dry, yet he could not break free at all.
Amid his shock and fury, he realized that he was about to lose all his strength. Unable to move away, with an even more terrifying heat pressing down from overhead, he raised his hand and threw a punch.
It was a heaven-shattering punch into which he had gathered all his strength. He intended to scatter the Tribulation Fire about to descend on his head, dealing with that threat first.
"Don't!"
"Fellow Daoist Li, you can't..."
Everyone's magical power was disappearing too quickly, and Li Jiuchen reacted faster still. By the time Ling Xingkong shouted "Tribulation Fire," he had already gathered his strength and struck.
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