Gloomy Dark, Holy Light, Thunderbolt, and several other pieces of the debris of the stars darted out one after another in a defensive state, ready to take on the attack of the Ancient God of Strength. With the destruction of each layer of defense, Lin Li would involuntarily spew a mouthful of blood. His mental strength was continuously shaken, and it left him with a splitting headache. However, even so, he didn't stop moving his hands, and was still continuously drawing magic symbols and pattern after pattern.
Although the mageweath had yet to be completed, the dense and rich mana fluctuations had already spread out in all directions like water ripples. Even the ripples that were spreading in space could clearly be seen distorting under the suppression. With the fluctuations, a terrifying power that seemed to be able to combine heaven and earth began to gradually accumulate on the mageweath.