At the same time, he reached forward with the five fingers of his right hand.
A dark red, almost black battle halberd thrust fiercely out of the bloody light in his sea of qi. Nine Coiling Dragon Blood Marks lit up in succession, its Halberd Head already aimed at the space ahead of Wei Jin.
Wei Jin had intended to offer a few more words of praise, but suddenly realized Qing Chen, who had just been standing beside him, had vanished. He froze for a moment.
"Duke? You-?"
He had barely turned his face halfway when the outer formation curtain of the Dark Gold Sky-Patrolling Treasure Ship finally sounded a shrill warning.
But it was already too late.
Pfft!
A hole the size of a needlepoint appeared in the first formation curtain.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
That speck of red pierced straight through the layers of formation curtains like a red-hot needle passing through tofu.
The fourth-tier formation, sufficient to withstand attacks from a Nascent Soul True Lord, offered no real resistance before it.
Before the formation curtains had fully collapsed, that speck of red had already plunged into the pavilion.
Wei Jin was, after all, an expert at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage.
As death closed in, the top-quality mid-grade defensive magic treasure he wore awakened on its own.
A Purple-Gold Heart-Protecting Pendant concealed within his python robe flew before his chest, instantly transforming into six interlocking layers of golden light that protected both his physical body and his nascent soul.
But the red speck merely flashed.
The six layers of golden light caved inward and were pierced through at their centers, one after another. Before cracks could even appear on the Purple-Gold Heart-Protecting Pendant, a speck of blood-red light had entered