"Heh,"
Exhaling a breath heavy with the strong scent of blood, Huang Jue looked down at his own left chest.
The tip of the Qiling Spear had deeply penetrated his body, such that only a section of the tail could be seen, and crimson blood was spurting out along the blood groove.
Blood from his very heart!
Huang Jue's eyes were full of disbelief.
He had been a fifth-tier Martial Saint for many years, with a Gang Power so vigorous and mighty that the Gang Armor he could project was thought impenetrable, once directly withstanding the blast of a defending heavy crossbow without injury.
Not only that, Huang Jue also wore a piece of Fine Gold Soft Armor, which further enhanced his defenses.
The more enemies he had slain, the more he attended to his own protection, the more he cherished his life, as the saying goes: "Often by the river's side does not one's shoes get wet?"