The needle points to the wheat awns.
The invisible cold light is shattered by Jiang Ming, causing the energy torrent to surge like a tide. The scene is terrifying.
"The spear has no god, and all living beings will be buried!"
Upon seeing his spear fail to land an attack, Qiang Jiu steps down and suddenly leaps a hundred meters into the air. His spear hovers in mid-air with an unbeatable momentum, triggering his Secret Skill. Immediately, countless spear auras appear around him.
From above, it looks as if heavy rain has arrived or a shower of meteors is about to fall.
The scene is incredibly grand.
"The application of understanding to the realm..."
Jiang Ming raises his head and narrows his eyes, his expression filled with excitement.
Qiang Jiu has taken the Intention of Penetration to the extreme, far beyond Jiang Ming's understanding. "Is this a higher-level weaving?"
Weaving? This is his metaphor.
