Within Fengdu Mountain.
Gray mist envelops, boundless and infinite.
At the towering peak, Jiang Shi furrows his brow, repeatedly shaking the Heaven-Swallowing Pot in his hand.
An entire afternoon has passed, yet the Divine Spirit that was swallowed into the pot has still not been refined.
It's undeniable how formidable the life force of a Divine Spirit is.
Especially a Divine Spirit in such relatively intact condition, resembling an indestructible brass pea.
No matter how he channels the Sacred Power, the opponent's anguished cries never cease.
Various venomous shouts continuously emanate from within the Heaven-Swallowing Pot.
"Boy, when I break free, I will cut you into a thousand pieces, seal you into an oil lamp, and let you endure endless pain for eternity!"
"Shut up, you!"
