The spark of desire to survive, which had fueled Liew Hang, was utterly extinguished.
The immense gravity was constantly breaking his bones, and the forced burning of the power of Yin God brought him a strong backlash. His Yin God was nearly exhausted and at the end of its tether.
Under this massive sandstorm, clear footsteps echoed in Liew Hang's ears.
Next to the deep pit where Liew Hang had been smashed down by gravity, a figure in a white robe, an air of nonchalance about him, slowly moved towards the direction of the Primal Chaos Energy.
Under the overlay of the five strands of Primal Chaos Energy, the gravity was far from as simple as one plus one equals two. It was as if an ethereal mountain emerged in the void.
Even the Mountains Canonical Gods conferred by the Heavenly Court would find it hard to withstand such terrifying gravity.
