The long spear clanged to the ground, and Tong Sanjin's body, chopped in half, collapsed with it. Zhao Yu and I were both stunned.
"Old Tong!" Zhao Yu's eyes bulged wide, and his fangs sprang out. He had never expected Tong Sanjin to leave him in the end.
"Tong Sanjin!" A wave of sorrow swept through my heart. The enormous battle-axe had cleaved him in two at the waist, and he had not even struggled once before his soul was destroyed.
"Fuck your mother! I, Zhao Yu, will kill you!" Zhao Yu set me down, stamped off the ground, and charged like an arrow loosed from the bow, wielding his sword as he hacked down!
In terms of martial skill, Zhao Yu was indeed extraordinarily powerful. Even in the grip of absolute fury, his attacks were still treacherous and vicious. Yet his opponent was a divine general in the late Ghost King stage—someone martial skill alone could never defeat!
"Zhao Yu! Come back!"
Actually, there was no need for me to call him. Zhao Yu quickly found himself at a disadvantage. The battle-axe whistled like a tiger in the wind, and every swing carried tremendous energy. Zhao Yu could not withstand it and was sent flying by a single blow!
Boom!
The wall collapsed. Zhao Yu staggered to his feet and glanced at Tong Sanjin. The sound of his clenched teeth shook the heart.
Zhao Yu's soul essence had also become somewhat unstable. Soul essence was part of what formed a Corpse King; without it, the corpse would decay and could never gather itself into shape again.
Tong Sanjin's body was gradually turning to dust, and its entire form could no longer hold together. If his soul essence had remained, he could have recovered even after being crushed flat by