Amidst the giant rocks affecting each other, one was suddenly pushed towards Ning Zhuo by repulsive force.
The rock deviated from its previous direction, and Ning Zhuo happened to be passing by!
"Quick!" In that mont, Ning Zhuo’s heart felt as if it was gripped by an icy hand, instantly jumping to his throat.
His legs ca together as flas shot out from his palms towards the rear, accelerating with all his might!
Adding military power support again!
The speed of the Iron Han Armor broke records, successfully leaving the giant rock behind.
The Five Elents Golden Core Wheel spun wildly at his chest, emitting a blinding light, with elixir power pouring out like a floodgate, sustaining this terrifying consumption.
The golden wings on his back kept slicing through the air, producing a continuous, ear-splitting screech like tearing silk.
He occasionally released several, or even a dozen chanical Golden Swallows, maneuvering them to collide with the flying rocks. Sotis they perished together, other tis they altered the trajectory of the giant rock, carving out a path for Ning Zhuo.
"Hmph!" The Earth Evil God saw Ning Zhuo still approaching the Ice Coffin and clapped his palms in front of his chest.
In the next mont, Earth-Lung Miasma rolled down, forming a small island over Ning Zhuo’s head!
An imnse terror seized Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo didn’t need to look up; his Divine Sense scanned the surroundings, making him acutely aware of his perilous situation!
The gigantic rock above was as massive as an island, crashing down like a piece of the sky falling, with an unstoppable, crushing force, falling heavily.
A huge shadow enveloped Ning Zhuo, and the terrifying gravitational force drastically reduced his speed.
At this mont, all the arrays in the Iron Han Armor were wailing!
Ning Zhuo released a large number of chanical Golden Swallows.
The Golden Swallows crashed into the enormous object like moths to a fla, the fiery explosions swallowed instantly by the Leviathan, barely making it tremble!
Ning Zhuo gathered every ans at his disposal for a full sprint.
"No escape!"
Ning Zhuo calculated the outco, and a cold despair welled up within him.
"Little Ma!!" Qing Chi exclaid.
She was still in the passage and had witnessed the scene.
The Ghost Clan girl rushed over without thinking.
Tears glistened as they fell during her sprint.
"Not in ti, not in ti!"
"No, Little Ma!"
"No, no—!"
In urgent haste, it seed like a storm of lightning arose within her Divine Sea, countless thoughts surged forth and extinguished in an instant.
She recalled the previous Military Books, with a desire to save her beloved in her heart.
"Is there a way? To make Little Ma’s speed even faster, just a bit faster?!"
This desire was so strong that Qing Chi suddenly comprehended a Military Art on the spot.
Military Art—Speed is of the essence in military tactics!
This is the most classic and commonly used military tactic, but Qing Chi had never grasped it until now.
Faced with the critical situation, the girl’s extraordinary military talent was squeezed out, allowing her not only to comprehend but also to successfully execute it on the spot.
Military power consud significantly!
Ning Zhuo’s speed abruptly soared!
The terrifying propulsion felt like a giant hamr, fiercely striking Ning Zhuo’s back.
Buzz—crackling!
The ch let out a nerve-wracking groan of horror, as if it were about to disintegrate the next second!
In that instant, Ning Zhuo’s vision dimd, with blood pooling around the edges of his sight, and his eyeballs nearly burst.
The agony in his hip and back reached a peak; he could even hear the creaking of his bones strained under the pressure!
The Iron Han Armor seed to turn into a streak of golden light, forcibly tearing a path under the world-crushing suppression of the giant rock.
Whoosh—!
Just as the island-sized rock was about to completely pulverize him, the Iron Han Armor, with an ear-splitting sonic boom and elongated tail fla, at an exceedingly precise angle nearly brushing the giant rock’s surface, defiantly dashed past the edge of destruction!
Incredible!
Ning Zhuo burst out of that shadow of certain death! And the gigantic Ice Coffin was right ahead, not far!
Ning Zhuo’s montum slightly decreased as he crashed into the tail of the Ice Coffin.
He placed his hands against the Ice Coffin, beginning to push it with all his strength towards the Wangchuan Tributary.
The Ice Coffin began to fall, its speed increasing.
Its frighteningly cold aura spread from the palms of the Iron Han Armor, launching a terrifying erosion at Ning Zhuo.
At first, it was manageable; the cold aura effectively cooled down the excessively overheated Battle Armor.
But soon, Ning Zhuo started shivering from the cold.
The temperature plumted so rapidly as if he had fallen from Fla Mountain into a millennium-old ice cave!
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, pushing the Ice Coffin with all his might, refusing to let go.
The Earth Evil God roared in anger!
Even with all his effort, he couldn’t stop Ning Zhuo, who had successfully moved the Ice Coffin.
The Ice Coffin must not be allowed to fall into the Wangchuan Tributary!
The battle between Lord of Wangchuan and Yin Jiu had already revealed the might of the Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. The latter had nearly frozen the entire tributary of Wangchuan.
"Stop it!" the Earth Evil God roared, with rolling black smoke gushing from above his head, instantly turning into a deep dark red.
The dark red smoke wove into a colossal hand covering the sky, shrouded with world-destroying might, ruthlessly slapping towards Ning Zhuo.
The strike’s coverage was not large, but it locked onto Ning Zhuo.
Seeing the distance closing rapidly, Luo Si shouted, clenching the crack-filled fishing rod with all his strength and casting the hook.
Fishing Skill—Hooking the World!
Ding!
An extrely crisp sound rang out, like ice crystals shattering in a glazed cup.
The Hook of Three Lifetis appeared inside the Earth Evil God.
Luo Si violently jerked the rod.
Buzz—!!! The fishing rod quivered violently, emitting groans of unbearable strain!
"Roar—!" The Earth Evil God let out an unprecedented howl of pain.
His body shook severely, and the dark red smoke hand he controlled suddenly went out of control, dispersing by more than half, and its power plumted.
Ning Zhuo felt the pressure ease, and the cloud of death dispersed once more.
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