The "essence" of the Martial Saint expands outward, transforming the environment's breath into uncontrollable "flesh"?
No time to think.
Unable to control water, [Chase the River] and [Water Movement] are rendered useless, no longer granting any aid.
The Gang Qi giant hand pulls back.
The White Ape swiftly retreats to the Little Tou River, while King of Chu rushes forward.
Between them seems to be a retractable spring, with both ends stuck firmly like chewing gum, no matter how much force is applied, it always reflects back with equal strength!
This is the might of the Martial Saint?!
The White Ape is shocked.
The spatial scale rapidly shortens.
King of Chu's five fingers contract, a lotus closes, the Gang Qi of the waning moon, obscuring the sun and sky, strikes, tearing the earth into pieces, as the entire riverbank continues to crumble.