The winter thunder rumbled and rolled, lightning snakes slithering through the air.
It seemed as if violent storms were howling past, whisking away the dust and debris to reveal the figure of Meat Mountain Yang Jing, his skin split and flesh open, body charred.
Drip drop...drip drop...
Blood dripped onto the ground, making shattering sounds.
Yang Jing's white hair flew wildly, as he gasped for breath heavily.
"It's really...astonishing!"
"I'm so surprised—ah!!!"
Yang Jing suddenly threw his head back, his face torn and bleeding from the bombardment of Wood Ravens, a maniacal look in his eyes; behind him, the millstone of his Divine Foundation shone brilliantly, its trailing Divinity enveloping him like a thin veil.
It was this veil of Divinity that had shielded him from the relentless bombardment of six thousand Wood Ravens.
But his injuries were by no means light; his flesh was a mess, and even his organs and spine were visible to the naked eye!