The spear stabbed toward him with a shriek, its tip tearing open Fourth Li's tattered coarse-cloth shirt. A cruel smile hung on the commander's face as he prepared to watch this lowly mortal's heart burst in a bloody spectacle.
Clang!
There was no spray of blood, no dull sound of a blade piercing flesh and organs.
The black iron spearhead pierced the skin and flesh over Fourth Li's heart, but it went no farther than half an inch.
Then, the commander felt as though his strike, infused with true essence, had plunged into a slab of hundred-forged steel.
The tough flesh on Fourth Li's chest, newly remade by Desolate Blood, along with the thick sinews beneath it, instantly clamped inward. The sharp spear was locked fast by that utterly unreasonable muscular force, unable to advance another fraction.
The commander's savage grin froze.
He stared in abject horror at the mud-caked butcher before him. This was a black iron spear—even a second-rank demon beast should have been skewered clean through by that thrust.
"What the fuck are you, you monster?!"
A warped shriek burst from the commander's throat. Instinctively, he tried to pull back the spear and open up some distance.
Both hands gripping the shaft, his arm muscles bulged as he desperately yanked backward.
It would not budge.
Fourth Li stood where he was, the spear lodged in his chest, his body not even swaying.
The butcher slowly raised his thick left hand and clamped it tightly around the cold spear shaft.
The enormous heart forcibly remade inside his chest—that Ultimate Blood Furnace—let out a boom like a war drum.
Scalding dark-red Desolate Blood pumped from his heart, madly scouring his limbs and bones. Veins rose high beneath his skin, Fourth Li's arm swelled by a full circle, and terrifying