Bab 575: Gu Zhen's Trump Card

"Now, since I have answered all your questions, let's start already"

Wind rose around Wu Long, the pile of corpses he stood on starting to move from he speed at which it rotated as his figure started slowly rising into the air, with water on the ground and that was falling in raindrops starting to form streams that rose into the sky.

His eyes flashed with electric arcs as sparks of lightning started appearing here and there around him.

"You still haven't...!"

As Gu Zhen tried to continue talking, a wall of fire instantly appeared in front of him, struck by a spear blade covered in thick lightning arcs, showing that Wu Long had no intentions to humor him any longer.

"Tch! Don't inter-...! Wha-...?!?!"

But when the alchemist clicked his tongue in annoyance, expecting the attack to bounce off, his words were cut short as the spear broke through.