"Argh!"
The earth cultivator cried out miserably and staggered.
Yang Lingrui seized this chance to make his second decision.
He rose to his feet, disregarded his injuries, and began forcibly breaking through to the Twelfth Floor of Qi Gathering.
Refining this pair of hands with his own spiritual power alone was far too slow. He wanted to draw the spiritual currents of heaven and earth into himself, accelerating the refinement process to the utmost.
Before the earth cultivator could curse, he looked up and was dumbfounded by what Yang Lingrui was doing.
He could never have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that this brat would dare break through a realm right in front of him!
"Bold indeed! Then today, I shall slay you here and cut off all future trouble!"
"Earth Spirit Overturns the Ground!"
As he brought his palms together, the earth beneath them began to quake violently.
Yang Lingrui struggled to keep his footing, but as the ground split and collapsed, he had no choice but to interrupt his refinement and prioritize escaping danger.
Yet the surrounding rock walls were dozens of zhang high and smooth as a mirror. He had no way to climb them.
Left with no choice, he could only let himself fall downward, repeatedly bouncing off scattered rocks to avoid being buried beneath them.
Watching Yang Lingrui struggle endlessly underground, the earth cultivator smiled in midair. "Useless brat. If you had encountered someone else today, you might have had a chance to escape. But this old man specializes in trapping and killing. There is absolutely no chance of you getting away."
"Press down!"
With that, he raised his hand again and slammed it downward.
Yang Lingrui immediately felt his body become incomparably heavy as he fell toward the depths of the earthen pit.