章節 1387: Devouring the Final Stake

The underworld creatures that were stabbed by the Golden Dragon Spear had almost instantaneously turned into dust. Due to the very high speed of Golden Dragon Spear's movements, one could only see wisps of fine white radiance fly out from the underworld creatures' bodies and bore into the spear before being filtered and absorbed by Tang Wulin as the Spear was retracted.

Tang Wulin walked forward one step at a time but he continued to stab the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand at lightning speed. He was just like a golden porcupine that turned every underworld creature into powder as he passed by them.

Meanwhile, the space in front of his body was vacated all of a sudden. Soon after, Tang Wulin could only feel a gush of suffocating stress compressing onto himself like a mountain.

There was no need to raise his head and look for he could tell that the stress radiated from one of the twelve Death Knights that had arrived before him.