The short spear in his hand emitted a sharp, resounding hum, causing Bai Zhan's arm to feel a faint numbness.
"What a formidable Divine Body!"
He saw Xiao Chen, whose war spear had collided with his own, a mark on his fist that vanished into thin air between breaths!
"Kill!"
In an instant, Bai Zhan shattered the Void, the sound of killing reverberating once more. Behind him, thunder roared, blood danced wildly in the skies, and a fiery wave of scarlet enveloped his surroundings!
Among the endless thunderbolts, a brutal afterimage emerged within the blood haze. Despite the falling Heavenly Thunder, it continued to shatter, destroy, and regenerate with deafening roars.
Still, a blood-stained short spear of white bone came straight at him, carrying a chilling murderous intent that struck directly at the soul—a terror so profound it pierced the core of one's being rather than merely manifesting in the Outer World.
