In the direction pointed by the Spear of Longinus, space-time solidified in an instant, as if it were solid concrete.
The divine-power target, which had originally tried every possible way to move and escape the lock-on, was now like a prisoner bound tightly in chains. No matter how it struggled, it could not break free.
Before the God-Slaying Spear, no one could escape unscathed, not even a god.
And so, in Ye Ting's hand, the God-Slaying Spear thrust forth.
The brilliant golden spearhead seemed to have been granted a destiny of certain victory by Nike, the goddess who had once commanded the law of victory and was now the spirit of the divine spear, instantly illuminating the dark path ahead.
Surging energy whipped up terrifying wind pressure. The atmosphere, pierced through in an instant, let out a sharp sonic boom, while the tearing airflow nearly shredded everything nearby.
Yet this was merely the prelude to godslaying, the aftermath of slaughter.
Gripping the God-Slaying Spear, Ye Ting charged forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye, leaving behind a blazing trail.
Light surged.
Light roared.
Accelerated by magic freed from its restraints, the God-Slaying Spear became a streak of light.
In only an instant, it crossed a distance of over a thousand meters and struck the divine-power target squarely in the center.
The divine-power shell that had once seemed like an impassable chasm to mortals, the conceptual defense that could not be destroyed, was as fragile as paper before the God-Slaying Spear.
The sharp spearhead forged from Anti-True Ether pierced the incarnation's chest in an instant, striking its divine core, just as a mortal's heart would be struck by a blow through the chest.
Of course, even when struck in a vital spot, a god's life force was far greater