It descended from a thousand zhang high, continuously lowering.
The lower it went, the stronger the oppression became.
The boundless Yun Meng Great Marsh, hundreds of thousands of li wide, was shaken; endless massive waves rolled back in all directions, raising the surface of the water higher and higher.
The small island had long since turned to dust and vanished.
Lu Chenzhou soared up from the ground, flashing beneath the grinding plate at two thousand times the speed of sound, his tiny body slashing out a spear, Penetrating Dao Essence converged on the spear tip.
Water Drops Can Wear Stones!
He thrust his spear, like an ant shaking a giant tree.
The eight-colored grinding plate stood immovable.
Instead, it was Lu Chenzhou who was blasted downward.
He fell into the crater, his body marked by burns, frostbite, cuts, poison wounds—eight chilling wounds in total, each different.
"Is it really this indestructible?"
