The curved blade chopped into Zheng Yichen's shoulder, and the ground beneath his feet cracked. A slash appeared on the shoulder of his battle suit; the quality of this armor was not mere lip service. However, the force of the impact still injured Zheng Yichen, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood, influenced by some force, landed on the black spear in Zheng Yichen's hand, and a faint blood light emerged on it.
"Hmm?" Battle Maniac Asura looked at this scene with some surprise. Wasn't this technique something It had disseminated long ago? It had forgotten how long ago, but Supreme Demons don't die, they can only be sealed. Back in the day, It had shared many methods, which were later organized and utilized by the strong of the Mortal Realm and turned into some kind of martial arts.
