Gu Jianlin felt the volcano tremble, the majestic peak forged of flesh and blood seemed like it was about to explode, the enormous spirituality filled the void, surging skyward like a sea tide.
The girl in his arms seemed like a soulless puppet, her life force was rapidly waning.
The volcano was heating up abruptly, the snow melted instantly into water, rushing down like a scorching river, those massive cocoons were scalded bright red, and the yet-to-be-born ancestors roared and broke free in grotesque monster forms, then were slain by the whistling Iron Sword, blood splattering everywhere.
The Pseudo Ancestors were also severely injured, suffering a very painful price, and were unable to stop the monsters anymore.
Especially as the peak cracked open, molten lava-like blood gushed out, making the monsters even more frenzied.
The vast divine might was even contending with the power of the Heavenly Person Realm.
