"So strong."
After killing the Saint in blue with a single spear thrust, Xia Ping could not help but marvel. He felt that with that one strike, he had instantly annihilated every trace of life within the blue-clad Saint's body.
Holding the Spear of Hell, he was like an Underworld God who had walked out of hell itself, casually harvesting the souls of living beings. One thrust of his spear was enough to destroy everything.
It could be said that since becoming an Immortal Saint, this was the first time he had truly fought with all his strength. To instantly kill an Early Ancient Saint who had comprehended the laws of space and leave him no chance to flee, he had gone all out.
In that strike, Xia Ping had condensed his mana, soul power, and bloodline power, pushing his potential to its utmost limit. Vaguely, he felt that he had gained the slightest grasp of the power of the Spear of Hell.
It seemed that after unleashing such a strike, he had acquired the preliminary qualifications to control the Spear of Hell. From the depths of that dark-golden spear came surging power of hell, as though it had completely submitted to him.
He had thoroughly mastered this ancient hell energy inherited from the Spear of Hell. It was incomparably docile, no longer showing even the slightest sluggishness when it circulated as before.
"Is this a trace of the feeling of the laws of space?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. In that all-out blow just now, he had nearly brought his speed to its limit, his entire body merging into the void as though endless power of space had poured into him.
As his divine sense spread outward, it seemed to merge with space itself. He sensed strands of spatial