And within the billowing dust, the elder's body was frail, like a remnant candle in the wind.
But just as the two were about to come close, the giant's form suddenly halted.
The Hundred Craft Mountain Master spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and without a second thought, grasped towards the sky again.
The towering giant mountain continued to press down with the momentum of a falling meteorite. During this process, its size grew smaller, yet its power intensified.
He wanted to crush his opponent alive!
An unexpected scene unfolded.
A gray miniature cauldron flew out from above Luo Chen's head, and at the critical moment, forcefully held up that small mountain.
"How is it possible? He was countered by the soul-refining method left by the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, now suffering from the backlash of the illusion technique - Elder Xing's remnant soul is impacting his divine soul, so how does he still have the strength to control the magic item?"