Seizing the opportunity as the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree was almost shattered by the impact with the giant turtle, Fang Lin let out a thunderous roar, gripping his ancient spear, and charged directly at the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree.
With a deafening boom, the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree finally could no longer hold together; it was breached by the ancient spear and dissipated into specks of light.
Not only that, but Fang Lin, still gripping his spear and exuding an aura of murderous intent like a frenzied beast, lunged towards the white-robed youth.
The white-robed youth's face showed horror, but even more so, it was dark and grim. As he was about to employ his true lethal move to suppress his opponent, the three Soul-loss Nails embedded in his chest suddenly acted up.
Pfft!
A mouthful of black blood spurted out, staining the white-robed youth's clothes no longer pristine, now shockingly splattered with blood.
