Jiang He murmured softly.
Chen Yuan's mind turned, suddenly sinking, he thought of a possibility.
But he still found it unlikely, just his gaze flickering.
The aftermath dissipated, the divine spear in the void shattered, turning into nothingness, no... more precisely, it seemed to be a presence originally condensed from void.
As for the figure in black, it exploded back a thousand feet, suspended in the void.
Xiang Qianqiu's mouth had a trace of crimson, he gently wiped it with his hand, but his eyes were full of madness, murmuring softly:
"A single relic is so terrifying, it takes everything to contend with it, truly not simple... but, that's all there is to it...
Hehe, though not the true body, it's estimated to be seven or eight tenths of the old ghost's past strength, it seems... the invincibility of immortals is not an iron rule, how many years has it been.
Never truly made a move, today... let's test my limits."
