When Chu Lan's five fingers locked onto the grey-robed specter's wrist like an iron clamp, the crunch of shattering bone and the muffled thud of the demonic spear churning through internal organs erupted simultaneously.
The mist of blood he spat out condensed into eerie runes in midair, and the broken wall pinned by the Taixu Divine Sword suddenly burst with a dazzling azure brilliance—it was none other than the three thousand sword qi slashes that had plunged deep into the earth's veins long ago!
The Demonic Spear Martial Emperor's ferocious grin froze on his face. Corrosive demonic qi suddenly rolled backward as he realized that the spear tip piercing Chu Lan's chest was being locked tight by writhing flesh.
Chapter 110