The golden spear was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the sky. Its dazzling light nailed Ji Hui to the city gate tower as she screamed toward the heavens, blood flowing endlessly, yet she was unable to move.
The shaft of the spear trembled softly in the sunlight, radiating a soul-stirring cold glow, as if a Supreme Weapon of a god of battle had descended into the mortal world, unshakable.
Blood streamed down, dripping onto the ground. The sound wasn't loud, yet it shook everyone to their core, leaving them stunned and their hearts filled with fear.
Time seemed frozen. The silence was absolute; only the sound of blood dripping onto the ground could be heard. The vast city was deathly still, everyone holding their breath.
In that moment, a chilling sensation arose in everyone's hearts, an icy coldness invading their bodies. All were overwhelmed!
