Huff, huff, huff...
With Li Feng's voice falling, the eight yellow thin lines that had just shattered beneath his feet somehow condensed once more, standing erect as if they had come to life at this very moment.
As Li Feng made his move, the ground connected by these yellow lines seemed to continuously erupt with a mighty and thick force. Immediately following this, around the Qingshan Sect Leader, eight pale yellow miniature mountain peaks abruptly appeared.
These pale yellow peaks, only the size of a small millstone, seemed to embody a heaviness as if they weighed a thousand jun, making Li Feng's figure appear as heavy as a mountain.
Swoosh!
Simultaneously, above Li Feng's head, a ninth peak materialized, though this one seemed much more ethereal, as if it was formed by the Power of Soul.
This illusory peak above Li Feng's head emitted an odd aura, as if it were the mother of the other eight peaks, guiding their continuous rotation and slowly releasing a sense of heaviness.
