Waves roared and surged endlessly.
Golden beams shot out, and rocks and soil flew everywhere. Occasionally, flames took shape, and wooden strips danced in the air.
Five Elements Magic was used alternately in Ning Zhuo's hands, pressing the Golden Core Cultivator, Yan Jin, to the point where he couldn't lift his head.
"Damn it!"
"Even with the Magic Treasure Bell in hand, I'm still at a disadvantage."
"Is this kid really only sixteen years old?"
Yan Jin gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on with all his might.
The next moment, he widened his eyes in astonishment as he discovered a web of cracks forming on the bell before him.
He could still hold on, but the bell was nearing its limit.
After all, this bell was never meant for attack but was an auxiliary tool for Artifact Refining.
"Oh, it's almost at its limit," Ning Zhuo noticed keenly and adapted swiftly.
He decisively reduced the strength and frequency of his spells.
