After another metamorphosis, Jiang Li's body was wracked with pain, but it only further fueled the fire within his heart.
His entire body seemed to be burning, his Qi as strong as Pure Yang, filling his whole being and driving him to frantically seek coolness.
With his vision blocked, his other senses became even sharper. Although the Heavenly Dharma had transformed into Fuxi Dharma, the techniques to control perception were still effective. As his hand moved, outlines materialized clearly in his mind.
At last, Bending Flower Hand was put to its proper use, and Jiang Li's fingers danced, playing "Pipa Song."
Then at a certain moment...
His fingers suddenly clenched tight, gripping Jiang Li's fingers so hard that the bones crackled under the strain.
"Hiss—"
Jiang Li gasped in cool air, feeling as if his entire body was being crushed.
Both of their movements halted abruptly, like two statues, while the shadows cast upon the rocky walls truly turned into murals.
