Of course, you can call for a pause. Do you want it to get out that the grand Mystic Sect, the world's overlord, needed to resort to a tag team, nine against one, to wear out a Golden Core junior to death before winning?
Obviously, you can't call an infinite number of pauses. A tea time's worth to stop bleeding, heal up, restore some Qi, take a sip of water, moisten your throat, and take a leak is about it.
So, immediately, Triangular Eyes Golden Fish Head rushed over to knead his shoulders and massage his legs, serving tea and handing water.
"Brother, brother, is the pressure okay? Need me to exert more force?"
Ji Qingyan, while massaging Chen Xuantian's shoulders, alternated injecting the Red Evil and Profound Nether Qi into the scapula to recharge and nourish Qi.
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
"OOO!"
