Ash from the spear drifted outward, but it was immediately drawn by some force and vanished into thin air.
Chen Chuan also noticed that when the Profound Sky Fire ignited the thing, just like with those demons, it only felt as if it were burning a phantom. It seemed he had merely touched the surface and had not harmed its foundation.
Looking up, he saw that while he had seized the spear, the Purple Qi clone had already attacked again, scattering the demons that had reappeared one by one. It moved so swiftly that it was like a streak of light flashing past.
Yet a faint sense of danger lingered in his heart, indicating that the opponent still possessed the ability to threaten him.
That was perfectly normal. A comparison of strength did not entirely depend on direct confrontation. In theory, any demon of the same level could pose some degree of threat to him.
However...
Part of that threat seemed to come from somewhere else, rather than the enemy before him.
He could deal with that later. First, he would settle the matter at hand.
Elsewhere, Mulcadian raised a hand, and the white Hera Spear appeared in its grasp once more.
This spear was a divine artifact forged from a Lost Object. Before its third throw was completed, even if it were destroyed, it would reappear.
For this final throw, it believed it would certainly strike Chen Chuan and pierce through him. Some Lost Objects could indeed resist such an attack, but because of this divine artifact's special nature, such Lost Objects were quite rare. It had encountered one only once so far.
It focused its mind upon the spear and roared in the depths of its heart, No one can stop the Pomir Light God's return!
It leaned