C744 crisis

"Wow!"

Yang Junshan's mind was in turmoil. The giant mountain formed by his dantian was trembling. The funnel-shaped cloud whirlpool that was already in contact with the mountain was also showing signs of collapsing.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the pangolin looked up at the sky above its dantian, and then it began to mutter an incantation, as if it was complaining about disturbing its sleep. Then