Facing a stomp that could easily crush an ordinary Eighth Order Perfection living creature, Chu Zheng merely raised his hand slowly, five fingers slightly spread, gently lifting upward toward the massive foot that covered the sky.
The movement was gentle, like reaching out to catch falling snow.
In the next instant, an earth-shattering, dull thud exploded, as if two starry skies collided.
Boom!
The giant god's expression slightly froze. The scene of an ant being crushed to powder, as he imagined, did not appear. Instead, he felt as if his foot was stamped on an immovable Divine Mountain, and an utterly pure and terrifying colossal strength surged up from his foot, crazily spreading along his leg bones.
Crack—
The sound of bones shattering echoed like popping beans. The killing intent on the giant god's face instantly froze, transforming into extreme pain and panic. His leg, thicker than a mountain range, began to fracture and deform from the foot upwards.
