As the spear tip pierced through, a fierce power erupted, wildly rampaging within Tanwus's body.
His back suddenly arched, like a mountain exploding, with a crunching sound beneath the skin and flesh like shattered glass.
As Li Ming's palm vibrated, Kashmir's Spear trembled with it, and Tanwus's ribs flipped outwards, tearing through flesh and protruding out like a blasted metal cage.
Spider-web-like cracks quickly spread across his body from the wound, revealing purple-red pulp at the split.
His head split open like a cracked watermelon with dozens of gaps, spewing out dark red flames mixed with black smoke, transforming into a torch-like appearance.
The intense pain stimulated Tanwus's brain, and years of battle instinct allowed him to react instantly in the most correct way.
The trident raised horizontally in front of him arced in a circle, fiercely smashing towards Li Ming's head.
