Lin Xuankong didn't give up; he gritted his teeth and persevered, moving his right hand centimeter by centimeter!
Finally, after twenty breaths, his right hand touched the edge of the Golden Patterned Ghost Frog Pouch. Just at that moment, Lin Xuankong, from whose eyes, ears, mouth, and nose Immortal Blood was continuously pouring, suddenly felt his Divine Soul lighten. The terrifying spiritual attack from Demon Lord Fenghuo Lin abruptly vanished.
A hint of surprise appeared in Lin Xuankong's eyes. He couldn't even bother to wipe away the copious amounts of Immortal Blood from his face and chest. He lifted his head to look at the gigantic human face formed by the distant black clouds. He was astounded to discover that the colossal human face, originally formed from black clouds and spanning tens of thousands of feet, had now spread out to a diameter of seventy or eighty thousand feet, becoming incredibly thin and fading to a pale gray.
