He stood in a recessed pit.
Beneath his feet was a dark brown ground, surrounded by bubbling, scorching red molten lava.
Su Heng's body was covered in blood that wouldn't stop flowing, as if hundreds of faucets were gushing water outward. Throughout his cultivation, Su Heng had seldom sustained such severe injuries. Yet instead of weakening, he was even more stimulated into ferocity, his aura turning fiercer and more terrifying.
He lowered the arms he had lifted, his eyes blood red, his teeth shattered. The triangular spearhead of the Dragon Slaying Spear was clenched in his mouth.
It emitted a scorching hot breath.
But its spirituality was exhausted; although the remaining material was still precious, it was far less tough and hard than before.
