"Boom, boom, boom..."
As more of the giant sword was drawn out, the mountain tremors intensified.
It must be said, the solidity of this black giant sword far exceeded Mo Wangchen's expectations.
He found that the further he went, the harder it was to draw the sword out.
Moreover, by now, even though he possessed the Divine King Body, after such a long time of exertion, his arms had already begun to feel weak.
"Why not take a break?"
Liu Qingxin and the others clearly noticed Mo Wangchen's declining state, coupled with the increasing intensity of the mountain tremors, if he continued pulling, it would eventually collapse entirely.
Upon hearing her words, Mo Wangchen nodded, planning to wait for the tremors to subside a bit before continuing to draw the sword.
"Hmm?"
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand from the black sword hilt, suddenly, the Divine Spirit Bone nailed to the cliff above moved.
The golden bone wall suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Wangchen's hand.
