A Shot Across the Void, and a Saint King Fell!

On the city wall.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

The Shura Divine General's countdown to death continued.

He had already chosen his next target: a young mother holding a child.

He would crush the child to death in front of everyone, then kill the mother.

He would fill this city with the most exquisite pain and despair.

"Two!"

His claw had already reached out, about to touch the helpless mother and child.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred!

The empty space before the Shura Divine General suddenly twisted without warning.

In the next instant, the phantom of a golden spear tip—almost impossible to catch with the naked eye—appeared out of thin air.

It was as if it had always been there, crossing the dimensions of time and space to silently materialize before his brow.

The spear tip carried no earth-shattering energy fluctuations. It didn't even give off the slightest trace of aura.

It looked so ordinary, so illusory.

Yet it contained an unparalleled intent that could destroy the source of all things, pierce through anything, and overcome every defense!

"What is that?!"

The moment the spear tip appeared, every hair on the Shura Divine General's body stood on end. He was a Saint King, after all!

An overwhelming sense of mortal danger, born from the depths of his soul, instantly engulfed him!

He had no time to wonder where the spear tip had come from, nor to react in any way.

His Saint King laws, his imperishable body, and the protective divine light that could withstand a strike from an Emperor Weapon all seemed to vanish in that moment.

He tried to dodge, but an invisible aura had locked onto him, leaving him unable to move.

He tried to shout, but the sound caught in his throat and wouldn't come out.

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