Lu Yuan unleashed his full power.
The high-frequency vibrating muscles in his Ming King Body pulsated like mountain ranges, the Flower of Flesh blossoming.
In a daze, Lu Yuan felt as if he were about to break through some unseen barrier, to grasp some intangible connection.
The immortal Demon Mountain empowered his body, and from the void above, an unprecedented force descended.
"OMMM—"
The giant grey-white axe emitted a peculiar hum.
An intense, pure black radiance inexplicably appeared upon the blood-red gleam of the axe blade.
The two streams of light merged, instantly pierced through intervening space, and with a SWISH, streaked across the body of the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods, who was loudly chanting and forming arcane seals.
"Ugh..."
In an instant, the Emissary of the Ten Thousand Gods' chanting ceased abruptly, and the movements of his hands froze.
