章 1947: Seven-colored spear tip

The saber and the sword mercilessly slashed down at the Immortal.

Two gashes were left on his body, and copious amounts of blood began gushing out of the wounds. There were dark flames that remained in the wounds, constantly burning him and preventing his wounds from healing.

The Immortal clenched his teeth after receiving the attack, but he did not let out a single sound.

He had a strange feeling. Tyrannical Song was completely different from before, whether it was the power of his attacks or the way he used the laws.

Earlier, it seemed he had been intentionally using those small tricks to draw his ire.

Sure enough, nobody with the surname Song is anything good.

The Immortal with arms covered in eyes issued out a long cry, and a tattoo-like huge eye appeared on his chest.

When this eye appeared, it deciphered the Declaration of Death that Song Shuhang was using, and the Immortal was finally able to see Song Shuhang's real body.