His face was pale as a corpse, his pupils black as ink, without a trace of white—only pure darkness, as if they could devour all light.
He held a Nether Bone Spear in his hand. Blood from some unknown genius dripped from its tip, freezing into Ice Crystals before it even reached the ground and shattering with a crisp crack upon impact.
Yet he did not look well himself. A laser cannon from the trap had struck his chest, leaving a wound deep enough to expose bone, with the bluish-black internal organs faintly visible within.
Zhan Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but those Underworld Race coffin-stuffers sure have tough lives. You still didn't die after that? What a pity!"
Who knew what grudge lay between the two? The moment they met, they had already begun clashing like needle against wheat.
Crack!
The Bone Spear suddenly thrust out. Nether Qi erupted from its tip, instantly freezing space and forming spiderweb-like icy cracks as it shot straight for Zhan Feng's throat!
Zhan Feng neither dodged nor retreated. He merely sneered as his bronze fists met the attack head-on. The Great Dao of Strength condensed into dark-gold Dao Patterns across his knuckles, crashing violently into the Nether Bone Spear.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A savage shockwave exploded outward. The floating corpses around them were instantly pulverized into dust, and even space twisted faintly for an instant.
The dark-gold Dao Patterns on Zhan Feng's knuckles sizzled as they were corroded by Nether Qi, while the cuff of Ming Wuya's coarse hemp robe was shattered by the force of the blow, exposing an arm covered in Underworld Race Curse Patterns.
In the void, Zhan Feng's sweeping Axe Light was evaded by