"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Zhan Yun's spear shadow, fully unleashed, transformed into a fierce azure dragon seemingly able to tear space apart, striking precisely at the opening below the neck of the ancient image that Jiang Shu had revealed.
The tip of the spear violently rubbed against the dark armor covered with strange patterns, exploding in a shower of glaring sparks, as if metal clashed with iron.
"Uh... roar!"
The image of the bronze-armored ancient demon holding a broken spear, exuding an aura of annihilation, suddenly froze and let out a roar unlike a human voice, akin to metal scraping against the soul; its crimson eyes, like solidified blood jade, flickered violently.
Zhan Yun's spear was like a heated iron spike thrust into a complex gear system, not causing any substantial wound but enough to collapse the entire mechanism, harming the very core.
