Next to the Sealed Land, torrents of Heaven and Earth Power surged, forming a violent tornado that surrounded Yang Zhen. Amidst the flurry of rocks and debris, two small mountains on either side, with Yang Zhen at the center, were rumbling towards the middle.
The wretched cat watched in disbelief, clicking its tongue in appreciation, "The talents of humans are truly enviable. Someone was actually able to create such a supernatural Ksitigarbha Skill. The Heavenly Book, I wonder what kind of changes would occur if someone were to gather all the pages."
Veins throbbed on Yang Zhen's forehead as he snarled, "Stop with the snide remarks. Dammit, cover for this Sao Saint quick. If that dark puppet comes too quickly, we're both done for."
The entitled cat shivered, grumbling as it looked in the direction of the two, "Screw it, can't you hope for the best? That thing with unclear spirituality wouldn't be able to catch up... catch up... damn it, what is that thing?"