"Clack clack clack clack clack!"
A dull, bone-deep impact rang out as Fu Mengzhen was nailed to the wall of her own bone-ship.
The flesh between her legs was still squirming, turning into tentacles trying to pull out the needle.
But the moment they touched the Divine Needle, they suddenly started to smoke.
"Ah—"
Fu Mengzhen screamed, and even her True Spirit Fire weakened by half.
Zhao Xing glanced over again; her Realm had dropped from True Spirit Thirteen Tribulations down to Twelve Tribulations.
"Wei Tianchen's fighting style is really as simple and crude as it gets." Zhao Xing couldn't help sighing.
Divine Artifact opens the way; facing a Demigod's Law Realm, he just violently tears open the Realm's defenses, then every Spell ignores defense and deals pure true damage.
At this rate, you could hand it to a dog and it'd figure it out… Mr. Zhao thought to himself.
...
One break, one nail, one seal.
Fu Mengzhen completely lost the ability to resist.
