"Whoosh"
"Whoosh!"
Wang Peng's body seemed to have been struck by a immobilization spell, freezing him in place.
"Splat!"
The spear pierced through Wang Peng's chest, spraying a line of blood.
Wang Peng lowered his head to look at the pitch-black spear in his chest. His brow furrowed slightly, and with a twist of his body, he vanished instantly.
"What?!"
Shen Xiu's expression changed when he saw this.
He had never expected Wang Peng to disappear, and shock showed on his face.
"Whoosh!"
The next second, Shen Xiu bit the tip of his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.
"Ah!"
Shen Xiu let out a pained cry. His hands formed strange seals as streams of pitch-black curse marks rapidly gathered between them.
"Die!"
"Buzz!"
The next moment, Shen Xiu directly activated a forbidden art.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, a pitch-black spear appeared before Shen Xiu and shot straight toward Wang Peng.
"Die!"
With madness in his eyes, Shen Xiu roared.
"No!"
This move of Shen Xiu's was immensely powerful, so powerful that even he felt afraid.
But he had no room to choose.
He could only risk everything!
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
As Shen Xiu chanted an incantation, he continuously swung his spear, thrusting it at Wang Peng.
"Die, Wang Peng!"
Seeing Wang Peng drawing closer and closer, delight flashed through Shen Xiu's eyes as he roared.
Wang Peng was directly pierced through by his attack, blood spurting wildly.
"Huff!"
Wang Peng spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flickering with an eerie purple glow.
"Damn it, he's not dead!"
Shen Xiu's face darkened at the sight.
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
The next second, a terrifying aura erupted from Wang Peng's body. His clothes exploded apart, and an incomparably tyrannical presence swept wildly in every direction.
"What?!"