Sang Jiede stepped on the crocodile's back. The crocodile raised its head and roared, and the mountain shook even more violently. Sang Jiede stared at the bow that was gradually taking shape in Yu Huang's hand. He could feel the terrifying destruction from the bow, and his gaze subconsciously became solemn.
Veins popped out on Sang Jiede's head. He shouted hoarsely, "Come, Buddha!"
Boom!
The tall mountain in the distance actually rose from the ground and flew straight in the direction of Sang Jiede, as if Buddha had descended!
Sang Jiede flew into the sky and caught the high mountain that flew over from the sky. He wrapped the high mountain with spiritual power and floated in the sky while looking down at Yu Huang.
Sang Jiede gritted his teeth, mobilized all the spirit energy in his body, and forcefully slapped the mountain. That palm carried a powerful palm wind that forcefully slapped the mountain down towards Yu Huang!