Bright blood beads drop from the sky, like blossoms of plum flowers in full bloom, dyeing the firmament into a curtain of blood.
No one cries, no one is shocked, Jiuzhou is dead silent, utterly stripped of vitality.
Xiao Chen wipes the blood droplets from his cheek. In this moment, he is cold-blooded, almost cruel as he thrusts half of the shattered Great Annihilation War Spear into the chest of that Otherworldly Ancestral God before him. Amidst the twisted and ferocious gaze of the opponent, Xiao Chen forcibly twists the spear shaft, delivers a violent shake, and the tip of the spear radiates a deadly glow inside the chest, unleashing the true essence of great annihilation. Accompanied by the despairing howl of that Otherworldly Ancestral God, the half of the Great Annihilation War Spear shatters his organs, tears apart his chest, pulverizes his form, and obliterates his Divine Soul.