At that instant, Lu Jun felt as though even his blood flow had slowed. His body stiffened slightly, while an instinctive sense of revulsion churned within his Sea of Consciousness.
The blurred patterns on the surface of the enlarged iron tablet suddenly became clear, revealing an incomparably bizarre serpent-shaped design.
The serpent twisted its body covered in gray-black scales. Its enormous head occupied the center of the iron tablet, and its tightly shut eyes seemed to contain the utmost malice and curses in the world.
Then, driven by a deeply concealed thread of venomous resentment from Qiangu Dieting, the serpent in the pattern... suddenly opened its eyes.
There were no pupils, only two spinning, bottomless gray vortices.
An invisible, intangible yet terrifying Spirit Shock that pierced straight into the soul, capable of freezing thought and tearing apart the spirit, surged toward Lu Jun like a flood bursting through a dam.
"Last desperate struggle."
Faced with the sudden attack from this Divine Artifact, Lu Jun merely snorted coldly, with not the slightest surprise or panic in his eyes.
He did not even assume a defensive stance. With a thought, even more majestic Spiritual Power crashed forward like an invisible iceberg.
The moment they collided, a dull hum rang through the air, as though space itself could not bear the burden.
The bizarre Spirit Shock released by the Soul Devouring Tablet struck Lu Jun's Spiritual Power as though it had slammed into an impenetrable bronze wall. Not only did it fail to move him in the slightest, it shattered inch by inch like fragile glass and vanished into nothingness.
At the same time, Lu Jun raised his hand and clenched the air. The Ice Sword instantly materialized and fell into his grasp.
The next moment, Lu Jun casually thrust his sword toward