He saw a tangible sharpness, meeting his gaze, slicing through his sight!
As Huang Jinmo's body cracked, shattering the Performing Heaven and Earth with power beyond the Limit of Divinity.
Zhu Weiwo, suspended in the air, also gained freedom in an instant.
The sight of Huang Jinmo's cracking body made him furious, eyes ablaze with rage.
But a person like him would certainly not let the moment slip into pain amidst such a battle.
In his hand was the Ember Ending Lance, the tip was the cross-section of a broken shaft.
No glint of cold light, only rugged wooden spikes.
The bare broken shaft, like when it burned as firewood in a stove, insignificant but resilient, enduring thirty years, waiting for someone who understood it.
In such a battle, at this moment.
No gap for Zhu Weiwo to pick up the first half of the shaft on the ground.
No chance for him to make other choices.
He is already like a deity, yet still weak before the True Man of the Age.
