The solidity of the image's body far exceeded expectations, and the enormous power gap rendered any techniques targeting weaknesses utterly impotent.
"Roar!"
The ancient demon image continued to growl, and the broken spear no longer hovered in place. It swept silently and swiftly towards Jiang Shu's waist, leaving only a shadow in the shattered space due to its speed.
There was no retreat, no escape.
Clenching his teeth, Jiang Shu suddenly pulled the Desolate Star Halberd backward in an instant. Using his right foot as a pivot, he leveraged the immense recoil force, rotating his body and bending backward.
Simultaneously, the condensed Law of Power was suddenly released.
Screech!
The pitch-black spear's awn narrowly grazed his chest, the already tattered armor on his chest was torn like paper, and the cold aura instantly invaded his skin, turning that flesh gray and numb in an instant.
The terrifying wind swept him away.
