Di Cang tightened his grip on the golden spear in his hand. The golden patterns along its shaft began to whirl madly at an unprecedented speed.
With every revolution, Di Cang's aura grew stronger.
And with every increment of strength, heaven and earth across the entire Eternal Battlefield trembled more violently.
The cracks in his golden armor, originally inflicted by Zhuge Feng and the others, actually began to mend on their own at this moment!
"You are worthy of my final spear."
Di Cang's voice became deep and slow. Every word seemed to question heaven and earth; every word seemed like an echo carried over from endless ages ago.
"God-Slaying Thirteen Spears."
With every name Di Cang spoke, the golden spear in his hand let out an earthshaking hum.
Within that hum seemed to linger the echoes of countless eras, while scenes of innumerable world-shaking battles flashed through the void and vanished.
It was as though they were the indestructible marks left behind by the countless formidable foes Di Cang had slain with these thirteen spears over countless Epochs!
"The thirteenth spear..."
Di Cang slowly raised the golden spear in his hand.
The entire Eternal Battlefield went completely dark at that instant.
It was not because night had fallen, but because every trace of light had been swallowed by Di Cang's spear the moment he raised it!
Between heaven and earth, there was only utter blackness.
Only the golden spear in Di Cang's hand bloomed with a radiance too dazzling to look upon within the darkness.
Within that radiance were no phantoms of worlds being born and destroyed, no strange spectacle of heaven and earth collapsing.
There was only one kind of power.
A pure, ultimate, taboo power sufficient to destroy everything.
"God of Slaughter."
Di Cang's voice slowly rang