Zou Feng didn't need to ask to know that as his Cultivation deepened, the Primordial Chaos Qi of this realm would gradually gather together.
Ultimately, it would condense into a… "sphere."
In other words, a Golden Core.
BOOM—
A massive explosion shattered Zou Feng's thoughts, forcing him out of his sea of consciousness.
Su Qingyu's "giant foot," so large it blotted out the sky, came stomping down heavily right on top of Zou Feng's position.
This wasn't a deliberate attack on Zou Feng. After all, with only one foot inside this space, she still had no idea about the situation within.
She was even less aware that her foot odor had already smoked the Tribulation Cultivators of the Yama Underworld to the point their souls scattered, and had even helped Zou Feng force out Kong Xia.
Seeing this, Zou Feng thought, 'This is bad.'
With such a massive foot coming down, even he would have a hard time withstanding it.
But it was too late to dodge now; he could only take it head-on.
