Po Di had thrown that long spear from such a great distance, leaving Ling Tian and the others baffled. The Nightmare Beast even scoffed, unwilling to believe that the spear could reach them from so far away.
Yet after Po Di hurled the spear, Ling Tian felt a sense of danger rise within him. He also felt as if someone were watching him, fixing their gaze on him. The feeling made him quite uncomfortable.
Ling Tian furrowed his brow slightly and asked, "Po Qiong, is that long spear the high-level Order Divine Artifact you sensed—the one on the same level as you?"
"Yeah. What about it?" Po Qiong asked, somewhat puzzled.
Hearing the confirmation, Ling Tian furrowed his brow even more. "I have a very bad feeling, as if something has locked onto me. I suspect it's some kind of secret art Po Di has mastered—or perhaps that Order Divine Artifact can lock onto its target by itself."
Ling Tian and Po Qiong spoke through their spiritual senses, exchanging a great deal of information in an instant. At that moment, the long spear transformed into a streak of black light and shot toward them. From its trajectory, it was heading straight for Ling Tian.
"Ling Tian, it looks like that spear has locked onto you," Po Qiong said, his tone growing much more solemn. "Find a way to intercept it quickly. It'll be a lot of trouble if it hits you."
As Po Qiong spoke, Ling Tian had already launched an attack. This time, however, he took a low-grade divine artifact spear from his Storage Ring and used it as an arrow. After all, Dao Dissipation Power was terrifying, and he didn't want to be contaminated by even a trace of it.
Drawing his bow until it was as round