A Crisis-Time Deduction

At the same moment the shot rang out, Gu Qingshan whipped his head around.

The silver-metal soldier had just materialized out of nothingness.

It pulled the trigger.

A beam of brilliant light flashed through the void.

Ten thousand miles away.

Lord of Barren Ancient's head suddenly vanished, leaving only his solitary body.

Thud—

Its massive body crashed to the ground.

The Seven-Colored Spear, which had been wreaking havoc on all sides, fell with it.

All the Ancient Monsters froze.

Their king had died just like that. For a moment, they were at a loss.

The Steel Insect Swarm didn't care. They surged forward, eager to devour Lord of Barren Ancient's corpse.

Suddenly, the Seven-Colored Spear sprang up from the ground and floated in midair.

Countless dazzling spear-shadows erupted from it, stabbing in every direction.

Neither the monsters of the Desolate Ancient Race nor the mutating Steel Insect Swarm could withstand the spear's flashing strikes.

The Seven-Colored Spear began attacking indiscriminately, friend and foe alike. Its power was even greater than when Lord of Barren Ancient had wielded it.

Then something unbelievable happened.

Suddenly, Lord of Barren Ancient's corpse rose from the ground.

—Though it had clearly lost its head, the corpse could still move.

The Headless Corpse got to its feet and strode toward the Seven-Colored Spear floating in midair.

Ten thousand miles away, Gu Qingshan's brow twitched.

As he watched this bizarre scene, an indescribable feeling welled up inside him.

A bone-chilling cold, so oppressive it made breathing difficult, descended upon him. Every nerve in his body tensed.

Gu Qingshan felt as if he stood on the boundary between life and death, poised to plunge at any moment into an endless abyss of despair.

No, this was a danger more terrifying than death!

The feeling was so familiar that