The Wei clan’s secret inheritance, the Thousand Mountains, was a profound art on par with those of the four major clans. The most awesome part was that the cultivator could borrow the enemy’s hand to temper his origin power in battle. The underlying mechanism was similar to Zhao Jundu’s refinement in fire.

In the battle just now, Wei Potian had managed to take on most of the six-armed creature’s attacks on his own. The other experts from the Wei clan would seek out opportunities to attack and add more injuries to its massive body.

These people from the Wei family had been working together with him for a long while. They might not be the strongest in overall fighting power, but they were proficient in focused attacks and knew the best timing to strike. Each of them could only use a couple of powerful moves, but that was enough.

Wei Potian was mostly on the defensive, wielding a pair of shields in an airtight defense. He was staggering under the constant blows of the six-armed creature but refused to collapse no matter what. His origin power gradually depleted as time went by, but the lone peak above his head only grew higher and clearer.

He hadn’t realized it at that moment, but he had already reached the “above...