Wu Chu silently watched the black spear in Poxun's hand, then smiled. "Old Luo, you can hear me, right? If you still don't come out, I'm taking this Godslayer Spear. It wasn't easy to repair after it was severed by the Heaven-Opening Axe, was it?"
As soon as Wu Chu finished speaking, an immense aura emerged from within the black spear. Demonic energy surged through the formation, eventually forming a black shadow with blood-red eyes.
At the sight, Wu Chu's thoughts stirred. The formation diagram turned, its light flickering, and the formation shifted. Poxun, who had just been standing beside the black shadow, was moved into the Immortal Trapping Formation.
Then the Immortal Trapping Formation activated, and a dragon of sword qi twisted toward him. Without the protection of that black spear, how could Poxun possibly withstand the sword qi filling the sky?
Amid the howling of countless sword qi, black Great Dao divine chains were severed one after another. Poxun lasted less than three breaths before countless strands of sword qi shredded him to pieces. He exploded into a cloud of blood mist and dispersed within the formation.
They had once been evenly matched in cultivation, but the gap between them had now grown rather large. Wu Chu had not even needed to use Yibao, his merit supreme treasure, for protection.
Dust returned to dust, earth to earth. The energy he had once madly plundered from heaven and earth returned to them in this bloody fashion.
However, Poxun's true self had never appeared. Clearly, this fellow had long prepared an escape route for himself and lacked the resolve to fight for Minghe until his last scrap of strength.
He could not be blamed for that. Perhaps even Minghe himself lacked that resolve!
Just as Wu Chu was thinking this,