The sleeves of the clothes vanished under the intense spiritual shock, and on Ye Fengsheng's white arm, a small streak of red blood flickered, like a thread of mud on beautiful jade. It was hard to describe, but it was an indivisible whole.
Conversely, the upper half of the robe was torn to shreds, intertwined like steel bars forming muscles inch by inch, containing explosive power. The protruding green tendons could be clearly seen because the blood was writhing quickly!
If you listen closely, you can even hear the roar of the Yellow River!
The ground beneath them split open with a massive crack, extending long and wide, almost splitting the mountain into two!
"No! The mountain is going to collapse!"
Previously, that skill, along with countless impacts of Spiritual Energy, was now more suppressed by Ye Fengsheng's voice than ever before, and the great mountain immediately showed a tendency to collapse!
