"Weng!"
As Wang Zijia exerted all his strength as if it were a matter of life and death, suddenly the entire sky trembled.
"Boom Boom!"
The forces of ascent dissipated, and the collapsing void in the sky halted its eerie pulsations; the fragmented mountain body that had not been fully absorbed began to plummet.
"Thud Thud!"
Boulders fell, causing the cave and mountains to quiver.
"It's okay now!"
Following this was the surprised voice of Yao Wenxuan.
Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Stopping his actions, he held the Banana Fan and gasped for air as he descended; he had truly exhausted himself just now.
Looking down, he saw the newly adjusted altar completely severing all the forces and continuously strengthening.
The Spiritual Light of the Dual Realm Altar was dimming noticeably and seemed about to vanish.
"Immortal Venerate..."
Yao Wenxuan looked at the descending Wang Zijia, about to say something.
"Weng!"
