The surging Black Water had disappeared, and the overwhelming pressure had forced Ling Canghai to the ground.
At this moment, he was not just simply kneeling, but truly prostrating himself on the ground.
His bones were shattered into countless pieces.
From every pore of his body, threads of blood continuously seeped out, completely covering him as a bloody human figure.
Even so, he continued to struggle desperately, using the last bit of his strength to try to straighten his body and stand up again.
Unfortunately, the Golden Immortal power he was proud of was as fragile as a wisp of air against Qingmu, a Quasi-Saint.
Although Qingmu hadn't actually acted, merely using invisible pressure to suppress him, Ling Canghai, a little Golden Immortal, was utterly unable to resist.
With nowhere to go, pinned down by the solid and cold earth, all Ling Canghai could do was scream, exhausted.
His heart-wrenching screams sounded so mournful and tragic.
