Deja vu.

PEI Ling's main body and incarnation found it hard to move. It was as if there were countless majestic mountains that surged in from all directions. The endless power came from all directions and seemed to want to crush the two of them into ashes!

At the same time, the [ mountain in the palm ] that had just come to a standstill was immediately covered with a layer of heavy and majestic mountain power as it descended towards PEI Ling once again.

The speed of the mountain's descent was extremely fast, and the raging wind was like a sea of blades, madly tearing everything in the shadows.

PEI Ling's robes fluttered in the wind, his ink-black hair danced wildly, his face felt like it was being scraped by a blade, and pain surged out from his entire body.

In an instant, the mountain was about to hit him.

His expression did not change at all. With a thought, his incarnation instantly turned into a ball of thick darkness and surged into his body.