Su Han did not know the origin of the ancient spear, but he had seen it impale a kilometer-long dragon skull and a Leviathan during a Heavenly Tribulation. Now, not even the Jing Tribe Chief, a Great Emperor Realm expert, could withstand its sharpness. His wisp of Divine Sense was impaled and instantaneously obliterated.
This scene left Su Han utterly astonished. He never expected that the object to save him in the end would be such an ancient spear.
Having finished its work, the ancient spear returned to the center of his Spiritual Sea without a trace of aura. It was as if it had been disturbed from a sweet dream, awoke just long enough to swat an annoyance, and then went back to sleep.
But in the distant depths of the sea, a colossal whale as large as an island suddenly snapped its eyes open.
"What was that? What could obliterate my Divine Sense in an instant?"
This was the true body of the Jing Tribe Chief, and sensing the destruction of his Divine Sense had jolted him awake.
