"As expected of a prodigy from the Origin Continent. Your comprehension of the spear dao is remarkably profound, and your command of it is so skilled."
"But you're still a little lacking."
Walker laughed heartily. He did not retreat.
He lunged straight at Zhao Zhaoxue's spear tip.
His short, thick right arm swung out violently, his five fingers spreading wide. From the blood-red third eye in his palm poured a mass of thick, dark green slurry.
The slurry rapidly swelled, hardened, and took shape before his palm, transforming into a flesh shield covered in savage reverse barbs that blocked the spear tip.
The spear tip pierced into the flesh shield.
The dark green flesh shield began twisting, churning, and deforming the instant it was pierced, like a living creature whose organs had been stabbed through.
Countless dark green threads extended from the damaged part of the flesh shield, winding around the shaft of the red-tasseled spear as they tried to climb along it to Zhao Zhaoxue's hand.
Those threads exuded a decayed aura of death.
Any living thing touched by them would have all its vitality drained away in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Zhaoxue's fingertips brushed one of the threads.
In that instant, a layer of grayish-white spots surfaced across her entire right forearm. The veins beneath her skin visibly dimmed, and the flow of blood seemed to slow by half a beat.
Vitality stripped away.
"Tch."
Zhao Zhaoxue's brows knit slightly, and a faint look of disgust appeared on her face.
Her wrist shook.
The first of the nine mysterious runes on the red-tasseled spear lit up.
A deep tremor sounded from the depths of the spear shaft, like the first breath of something sleeping after it had been awakened.
The tremor spread along the shaft to