"Whoosh!"
Qi and blood surged through his limbs and skeleton like the tidal waters of a river; his limbs stood firm like heavenly pillars between heaven and earth, forcibly holding up the two great mountains and Jiang Li's suppressing force. Amidst the shaking earth and swaying mountains, The Immortal of Colossal Spirit stood straight once again.
But it wasn't enough.
The two great mountains had yet to disappear, and the boundless Qi Mechanism still permeated the air like ubiquitous murderous intent, ready to summon the third or fourth mountain should Jiang Li will it.
To break free from this perilous situation, one must address the root cause—
—Jiang Li!
Defeating him was the only solution.
"Heavenly Monarch."
Within Milo's Realm, a divine likeness shimmering with thunder light asked, "Shall this seat make a move?"
