At this moment, Xiao Chen's expression was cold and indifferent, akin to a god of slaughter. With one step, he bridged a distance of a hundred feet, making it impossible for the Turtle Mountain Ancestor to escape his attack range.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
An invisible will descended, and a war spear, black as ink, materialized in the void. This killing intent seemed to have existed since ancient times.
The next moment, the black spear disappeared into the void, completely vanishing as if hiding itself in limitless space.
"Damn it!"
Feeling the increasingly dense wave of combat qi at his back, mingled with an endless killing intent covering his spirit, Turtle Mountain Ancestor was trapped. His soul, at this moment, even seemed a bit stagnant!
"What kind of divine power is this!"
