Bursts of powerful tearing force swept through the air on either side of Han Li, sweeping up gusts of ferocious wind that lashed against his cheeks.

Being subjected to such immense pressure was far from comfortable, and Han Li reflexively extended his elbows outward to either side, but he was only able to slightly dispel the pressure, while the two millstones continued to close in on him.

It seemed that Han Li was completely powerless to resist, and a pleased smile appeared on Tao Ji's face upon seeing this.

In contrast, Jin Chuan was looking on with an unconvinced expression, clearly under the opinion that this was massive overkill.

"Keep it up, everyone! Destroy this scoundrel's physical body, but make sure to leave his soul behind. I'm going to use it to light a sky lantern to comfort my son's soul in the heavens!" Tao Ji yelled.

The ninety Golden Immortals behind him immediately gave a collective affirmative...