Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Fan Yuan's figure appeared precarious in the water. He looked at the figure shrouded in a blue storm and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Who exactly are you? I have never offended you, so why are you pressing me so hard?" Fan Yuan's voice carried through the water, with a hint of pleading. "I obtained this glass cup by chance and do not know its origin. If you want it, I will give it to you. I only ask that you spare my life."

In the distance, the Wind Patrolman paused slightly as the azure storm subsided somewhat. He did not speak, but simply stretched out a hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

In his eyes, this rogue cultivator who was only at the Qi Refining stage was nothing more than fish on a chopping board; whether to kill him or not was entirely up to him.

But this glass cup is of utmost importance; it is a treasure that the Bodhisattva specifically requested to be retrieved, and it cannot be lost.

Upon seeing this, a struggle flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes, but then, as if resigned to his fate, he shakily reached into his robes, seemingly to take out the treasure and return it.

Xunfeng's previously taut demonic power relaxed slightly at this moment. He was confident that at this distance, this seriously injured junior could not cause any trouble.

Just as Fan Yuan was about to pull his hand out of his pocket, a sudden change occurred.

"Now!"

The bitter smile on Fan Yuan's face froze instantly, and then his entire body exploded without warning.

Rumble!

A deep, rumbling sound suddenly came from the once silent bottom of the quicksand river.

Centered on Fan Yuan, the riverbed within a radius of a hundred miles began to tremble violently. The sediment that had been dormant for countless years seemed to be awakened by some invisible force and began to churn and roar wildly.

Each grain of sand weighs more than a thousand pounds.

As the clone detonated, this high-density mass of sedimentary essence instantly enveloped the water area within a radius of thirty feet, forming a visible gray force field.

Gravity cage complete!

The already incredibly heavy water of the quicksand river instantly increased in density more than tenfold under the influence of this force field.

The river water stopped flowing and solidified like mercury, even a hundred times heavier than mercury.

The patrolling envoy, who was making a grasping motion in the air, suddenly stopped with his left hand.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

The Wind Patrolman let out a horrified scream as he frantically activated the demon core within his body, trying to break free from the gravity that was about to crush him.

A bluish-green demonic light flickered wildly across his body, violently rubbing against the surrounding gray sand force field, producing a piercing explosion.

But the more he struggled, the tighter the surrounding sand clung to him. That's the nature of the quicksand river; the more you resist, the deeper you sink.

Just as the old power of the Wind Patrol Envoy had dissipated and the new power had not yet been generated, and his body was firmly fixed in place at the critical moment, Fan Yuan's true form, which had been lurking in the shadows, moved.

His figure, pulled by gravity, suddenly plunged downwards, lunging towards the most prominent riverbed rock at the edge of the cliff!

There was no hesitation in his eyes. Within his body, the true meaning of Weak Water flowed, protecting his meridians. The essence of Sinking Sand gathered, and the Mountain-Crushing Force was ready to be unleashed.

Three distinct forces converged at this moment on the right fist.

close!

That rock base was the weakest load-bearing node at the junction of this cliff and the abyss. Fan Yuan's figure left a trail of afterimages in the water, and with the acceleration of the gravity field, he slammed his fist hard into that node.

"Mountain-Crushing Force!"

A roar of anger rose in his heart, but his fist flew out silently.

All the power was contained to its limit the moment it came into contact with the rock strata.

A terrifying shockwave traveled along the surface of his fist and penetrated his body.

Click!

A faint, crisp sound echoed from the deep riverbed.

Immediately afterwards, this force that could collapse a mountain spread wildly outwards along the natural fissures in the rock strata, causing the originally solid rock structure to crumble instantly under the destructive force of the internal tremors.

In an instant, the riverbed rock strata within a radius of a hundred feet, centered on Fan Yuan's point of impact, let out a groan of unbearable pressure.

Rumble!

The cliff base that originally supported this body of water collapsed completely. Countless tons of giant rocks, mixed with billions of tons of riverbed sediment, collapsed downwards with a thunderous roar, as if the heavens and earth were overturned, under the terrifying natural suction of the quicksand river eye.

This is not just a collapse of rocks, but also a collapse of water flow.

The river water within a radius of several miles above lost its support and instantly formed a huge whirlpool, surging downwards with unparalleled potential energy.

Fan Yuan retreated immediately after the attack, taking advantage of the gap created by the vortex to distance himself from the center of the storm once again.

The Wind Chaser, trapped in the center of the gravity field, is currently at the heart of this collapse.

He looked up in horror and saw boulders and silt pressing down like a curtain of the sky.

"No!"

The Wind Chaser let out a short, desperate shriek.

He desperately tried to use wind magic to escape, but faced with that absolute overwhelming mass, his wind magic was as fragile as paper, leaving him no room to maneuver.

boom!

A giant rock, as big as a house, carrying immense water pressure, slammed down on his protective demonic aura.

The azure demonic light shattered instantly, and Xunfeng spat out blood, instantly staining the surrounding river red.

But this is just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, endless thick mud and sand, along with even more boulders, poured down like a waterfall from the heavens, completely engulfing him.

His demonic body was crushed into mud, and his demonic soul tried to escape, but was firmly absorbed and suppressed by the essence of the sand until it was obliterated.

The collapse lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The entire bottom of the Liusha River seemed to have undergone a catastrophe. The original cliffs had disappeared, replaced by an enormous abyss.

The turbid silt slowly settled in the water, completely burying the traces of the wind patrolman.

At the edge of this desolate water, beside a giant rock that has not yet completely collapsed, a pale hand grips the edge of the rock tightly.

Fan Yuan's figure emerged from the murky muddy water.

He is in extremely poor condition at the moment.

Although the attack just now did not directly hit him, the terrifying aftershocks and water impact from the collapse still severely injured him.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Fan Yuan coughed up mouthfuls of blood, which were immediately squeezed into thin streams by the heavy water pressure and disappeared as soon as they came out of his mouth.

His consciousness began to blur, but he survived. Fan Yuan looked at the still dark, sunless water above and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

They had to leave this place as soon as possible; the commotion was too great. Fan Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed his injuries, and with a sway of his body, silently swam towards the other side of the riverbed, following the chaotic current.