At this moment, in this status, even an upper grade magical artifact can't easily break it.
However, at the same time, this petrified hand can't move either, becoming solid.
With those three spikes trapped within, the Earth God looked again at that big creature.
A furious roar erupted, the giant beast roared madly, instantly shedding part of its fur, which shot towards the Earth God.
Not a lot, but at least over a thousand strands.
A tenth of them reached the junior-grade spiritual artifact level, the rest were all top-grade talismans.
This move, an average Foundation Establishment wouldn't be able to block.
And these, are merely a thousandth of its fur, though this was the strongest batch of fur.
A shower of piercing rain roared to the sky.
The weakest of them, comparable to top-grade talisman flying swords.
Even if an average cultivation sect deployed everyone at once to manipulate flying swords, they wouldn't have such momentum.
Because the quantity isn't comparable.
