"The Eighth Technique..."
Zhan Feng, coughing blood, was about to get up when he suddenly noticed the space around him became viscous like glue.
Above the void of the arena, endless space was torn apart into gusts of Gang Wind.
Jiang Shu, who had unknowingly summoned the black chains formed by the Devouring Law, thirteen Order Divine Chains entangling the limbs like giant pythons, desolate death energy seeped into the meridians through pores, withering the qi and blood wherever it passed.
"It's over."
His voice was calm, yet it resonated like thunder throughout the entire space.
Holding a long spear intertwined with thunder and fire in one hand, with the other hand gripping a giant axe born from an unknown era, the Chaos Thunder Pool and Devouring Vortex formed a Yin Yang Fish pattern above his head, Desolate Law and Devouring Law transformed into gray mist wrapping around the spear tip, Power Law flowed with a faint golden hue between his muscles.
