At this moment, all the powerhouses saw once more...
Inside the battle barrier, within the blue heroic spirit that had been torn apart by the Shadow Moon Demon Rat, Zhe Jian's true body suddenly appeared.
His voice trembled without pause. "You actually blocked it, but my ancestor Ling Zhe came prepared. Die, die, die..."
As his words fell, a bamboo spike shot from Zhe Jian's hand, stabbing toward the Demon Rat's body.
With the power of his Divine Dao Realm cultivation, Zhe Jian hurled the Nether Spirit Bamboo Spike with all his might.
In an instant, it pierced through every defense of the Demon Rat's body, struck directly into its forehead, and sank in.
Everything happened in the same instant.
At the sight, Ling Zhe, Ling Long, and the other Spirit Race members all smiled with chilling delight.
The Demon Rat was doomed.
"Shameless..."
The surrounding Emperors and quasi-Emperors all voiced it at once. They had seen everything clearly as well.
Not only had he broken through to the Divine Dao Realm, he had even thrown a deadly concealed weapon.
At that moment, a massive tiger claw tore Tian Tao's barrier to pieces. The master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, in human form, rushed into the barrier, tightly embraced the Demon Rat's body, and cried out—
"Little Rat, Little Rat."
It recognized the Nether Spirit Bamboo Spike. It had once been wounded by Ling Zhe using one, so naturally it was worried sick.
Yet it did not dare rashly touch the Nether Spirit Bamboo Spike. The Ten Thousand Demon Hall's master still did not fully understand Nether Spirit evil energy.
Enraged, it could not help lifting its head and roaring, "Tian Tao, what the hell are you doing?"
If Tian Tao, the referee, had not failed to undo the