Immediately, his mind raced, catalyzing his mana, forcibly stabilizing the Black Heaven Hall once again to temporarily withstand the white tornado.
However, Golden Silkworm noticed that his heart was already pounding like thunder, and his face seemed to be starting to swell—it was unclear if it was turning red.
This made Golden Silkworm realize that continuing in this manner was likely not a viable solution.
As a true master who had immersed himself in the Core Formation Middle Stage for many years, his means were certainly not limited to just the Black Heaven Hall.
He had many techniques left unexhibited.
If he displayed them, he could still hold on for quite a while.
But it wouldn't make much difference.
The opponents were cooperating as two people; no matter what techniques he used, he could at best maintain the stalemate temporarily and would still gradually fall behind, getting into a more dangerous situation.
