A series of booming impacts rang out around them. The giant rock-fire creature was locked in battle with something.

Of course, Juju was no pushover either. It seized its chance, and with two bounding leaps, broke out of the ground less than 170 meters from Zhu Erniang.

At that moment, Zhu Erniang had just dodged a thrust. Baizhantian’s spear stabbed into the earth, and with the spear tip as the center, the ground within a radius of seventeen meters completely collapsed and disintegrated.

This was a stone mountain weathered and tempered by countless years of wind and frost, yet it was silently devoured to a depth of three meters!

It did not burst apart. It was not blasted to pieces. It was annihilated.

Sand, soil, gravel, grass roots, and shrubs all turned into black smoke on the spot; nothing was left behind.

He Lingchuan felt his scalp prickle at the sight. What would happen if that spear struck a body of flesh and blood?

At the very least, he knew that he would never survive against it.

And he could also tell that Baizhantian had held back with that thrust. The god had not widened the range, limiting it only to the ground beneath Zhu Erniang’s feet.

In other words, this god had not used its full strength at all.

With a hurried glance, He Lingchuan noticed that aside from an obvious bloody hole on its back, Baizhantian also had several cracks on its face and...