Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Giant palm of magic power, earth escape technique!

The three Saint Lords were horrified when they saw the giant hand bearing down on them.

The hand was immense, at least several hundred feet across, looming over them, obscuring the sky and the sun.

More importantly, the power it emanated was terrifying, possessing the power to suppress space.

Even if the three Saint Lords wanted to escape, it was impossible.

Their movements were completely blocked, pinned to the spot, awaiting the hand’s final blow.

The white-robed youth, seemingly intent on witnessing the three’s desperate struggle, descended with a slow, suffocating pressure.

“How could they be so powerful? Where did these two monsters come from?”

The First Saint Lord’s eyes were filled with shock.

He couldn’t believe he, having only just achieved the Golden Core stage, was being suppressed with a single blow.

And this time, the opponent was someone he had never heard of.

Watching the slowly descending hand, the First Saint Lord knew he had to make a decision.

With a determined heart, the newly condensed Golden Core within him erupted into a rage.

He mobilized a vast amount of magical energy, which he had barely had time to familiarize himself with. He formed hand seals, his mind rapidly descending, channeling a mysterious will deep within the mountain beneath his feet.

“Roar!”

As the First Saint Lord, relentlessly channeling that mysterious will, a vast and majestic roar suddenly echoed from deep within the holy mountain.

The white-robed youth was struck by the roar, his mind trembling, and for a moment, he couldn’t control himself from unleashing his mighty palm.

“What?!”

The white-robed youth was startled. Suddenly, a green light emerged from his body, blocking the mysterious roar and steadying his mind.

The giant palm, which had been descending slowly, suddenly accelerated, striking the three ants below with crushing force.

But the First Saint Lord had seized this fleeting opportunity.

A giant ochre dragon emerged from the earth before him and charged towards the giant palm overhead.

He then extended his hands to two sworn brothers, a yellow light emanating from his body as he rapidly sank into the ground beneath him.

Boom!

The earth dragon activated by the Third Saint Lord seemed mighty, but before the giant palm, it was like sand, easily dispersing.

The palm’s momentum lingered, striking directly at the spot where the three had been standing.

A powerful force erupted, instantly shaking the ground.

The ground for miles around was torn apart and cracked.

Fortunately, the Holy Mountain was vast enough, otherwise, even a single blow like that would have flattened a layer.

“They actually escaped!”

However, the white-robed young man, who had unleashed such a devastating blow, showed no sign of relief, but rather a sullen expression.

After withdrawing his magical palm, he discovered that the three ants had actually escaped.

“Earth escape technique? Someone who had just broken through, whose magical power was only at the lower-grade indigenous Jindan realm, could actually perform an earth escape technique! And what was that mysterious roar just now?”

The white-robed young man’s face was grim, and he was filled with disbelief.

After all, true escape techniques are not so easy to master.

Even among the powerful Jindan realm, only those with a profound understanding of the principles of the Dao, and the potential to enter the realm of the Primordial Spirit, could comprehend the mystery of the fusion of heaven and earth and perform the art of escape.

Now, a recently broken through low-grade Jindan realm cultivator had actually performed the earth escape art right under his nose, dodging his attack and escaping.

This infuriated the young man in white, but also left him feeling incredulous.

“There’s something special about these three people,” the gray-robed man said solemnly. “That roar just now seemed to be emanating from the spirit of the giant mountain below.

Those three seem to have an unusual connection with the spirit’s will.

That’s why they can perform the earth escape art.”

“The will of the mountain spirit?” The white-robed youth was stunned.

He thought about it and realized that, just as his senior brother had said, the earlier roar didn’t sound like the roar of a living being.

“Senior brother, what should we do now? Just let those three ants go?”

the white-robed youth said unwillingly.

To have three indigenous ants, whom he had previously ignored, escape from his grasp was a profound humiliation.

“This mountain is not ordinary; it must be one of the backbones of this world. Those three are hiding within it, protected by the mountain spirit, and can freely traverse its interior.

Unless we can destroy this mountain, we’re afraid we won’t be able to do anything to them,”

the gray-robed man said, shaking his head.

“Destroy this mountain…”

The white-robed man was speechless as he gazed at the immense, imposing mass of the mountain beneath his feet.

Even a mere Yuanshen realm cultivator would struggle to completely destroy the backbone of a small world, let alone a Jindan realm cultivator like him.

“Let’s go! After this scare, those three must have become frightened birds, afraid to come out again. Let’s gather intelligence elsewhere.

When I came here just now, I saw a large city at the foot of this mountain. We can capture a few people and extract the information we need.”

The gray-robed man turned and flew down.

The white-robed youth, though reluctant, cast a resentful glance at the Holy Mountain and caught up with his senior brother.

“Senior brother, should I take the lead later?”

“Okay, but don’t commit too many murders. We don’t know how long we’ll have to stay in this small world.

If we commit too many sins, we’ll be targeted by the will of this world and be met with calamity.

We’ll be unable to move, and how can we seize opportunities?”

“I know my limits, senior brother.”

The two brothers quickly flew over the Holy City. The white-robed youth took the lead, extending his hand, and the giant magical hand from before reappeared.

Under the terrified gazes of countless citizens, he slapped down.

“

Brother, are you alright?”

Inside a mysterious cavern deep within the Holy Mountain, the Second and Third Saint Lords gazed anxiously at the First Saint Lord.

The First Saint Lord was now spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

His aura was erratic, a trace of the high spirits he had recently experienced upon reaching the Golden Core stage.

“I won’t die just yet,”

the First Saint Lord forcibly suppressed his injuries while simultaneously practicing his cultivation techniques, drawing in the mountain’s earthly energy to heal himself.

Earlier, to break the mysterious master’s suppressive force, he had forcibly activated his newly condensed, yet barely mastered, mana elixir.

Now, his mana was surging, tearing his meridians and causing severe internal injuries.

If he didn’t heal quickly, the newly condensed mana elixir would likely collapse.

The Holy Mountain’s earthly energy was naturally extraordinary. Soon, a rich earthly energy poured in from the surrounding cave walls, permeating the First Saint Lord’s body.

Seeing this, the Second and Third Saint Lords dared not speak again, fearing it would disrupt their eldest brother’s healing.

As the earth’s energy continued to absorb into his body, the First Saint’s turbulent aura gradually subsided.

After a long time, when his aura had completely calmed down, he finally opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)