Chapitre 2023: The masks of Silver Trigram

Powerful cultivators were all like this. Even if they were just taking a nap, the spiritual energy in their bodies would automatically protect them.

The power of the rebound was pretty big, and Song Shuhang rolled in the air several times as he was sent flying backward. The impact was so strong that even his head and body got separated.

The black-skinned Soft Feather exclaimed, "We're going to crash into the mountain!"

Song Shuhang's head screamed loudly, "Wake up, Senior White!"

"It's too late!" Senior Turtle's head and limbs shrank back into its shell. It took Lady Onion inside the shell with it as it shouted loudly, "Everyone, prepare for the impact!"

"Ah, my head!" Song Shuhang shouted as he subconsciously controlled his hair, turning them into fists.

But as soon as he did that, he realized that his hair was short now. The 20 fists he created were so tiny that they looked like toys.