Zhu Zhizhen moved like lightning, charging toward the high sky at full speed.
Her attention was fixed entirely on the spear below, and she did not dare relax in the slightest.
Her flying sword revolved around her body, ready at any moment to deal with the spear's attack.
Yet the spear did not shoot toward her. Instead, it went straight for Zhu Tianlei ahead of her.
The tension in Zhu Zhizhen's heart immediately gave rise to a flicker of relief.
Though she greatly respected Zhu Tianlei, before life and death, the instinct to survive was far stronger than reason or emotion.
Just then, Zhu Zhizhen suddenly sensed a surging wave of spiritual power descending from directly overhead, and she was instantly horrified.
The spiritual power had come far too suddenly. Moreover, she had never imagined that her ancestor, Zhu Tianlei, would harm her. Caught completely off guard, she was easily swept up by the spiritual power.
Then, carried along by that power, she crashed toward the rapidly ascending spear.
Watching the sharp spearhead draw ever closer, Zhu Zhizhen was scared out of her wits. On one hand, she mobilized the spiritual power within her body, struggling against the restraints; on the other, she drove her flying sword toward the spear.
Clang!
After a clash of metal, the flying sword was sent flying.
The spear's momentum did not diminish, and it continued toward Zhu Zhizhen.
"Zhu Tianlei, may you die a miserable death..." Realizing that she could not escape death, Zhu Zhizhen let out a desperate roar that echoed through the gorge.
Before she could finish speaking, the spear had already pierced her abdomen and passed through her body, scattering a brilliant spray of blood.
The spear not only pierced her dantian and shredded her Nascent Soul, but also left behind