Demon Emperor Qinglin gripped the spearhead, pressing it down little by little.
This was the treasure of the Old Jiaolong of You Wei.
Always nourished by the heavens and earth's Spiritual Root and tempered by the cleansing of gentle water currents, it was imbued with the power of divine thunder.
Its palms had been blasted to pieces, and the remaining finger bones were scorched black.
But, after all, it was a Demon Emperor comparable to a Cultivator at the Transcendent Spirit Middle Stage.
"Roar!"
In its furious roar, the Youwei Spear was finally pressed down, sparing most of its head.
The Golden Body, having lost both arms, leaped headlong from high above, crushing down hard upon it.
The massive footfall thundered down, causing the entire body of Demon Emperor Qinglin to buckle, and it slowly raised its head, glaring coldly at the Golden Body Dharma Identity above, "You're seeking death..."
Before the words had finished, Tang Yuan had once again activated a spell.
