Above Pudu Mountain, golden light shines brightly, and seventy-two Futu Towers have been shattered many times, only to be restored one by one.
The Thunderous Heavenly King's eyes explode with Red Gold Buddha Flame, his muscles and tendons knotting like coiling dragons twisting around columns. In the instant of sealing, the Heaven and Earth Qi boils, and a Bronze Demon-Subduing Pestle measuring thirty zhang falls from the clouds, inscribed with Sanskrit script, each stroke exuding thunder to suppress evil spirits.
Wenren Zheng's spine cracks like dragon roars, his body's orifices blaze with starlight, as he clashed with the pestle with palm raised, in the posture of holding up the sun and moon.
Bam!
The Demon-Subduing Pestle emits a teeth-gritting cracking sound, fracturing inch by inch from its tip!
