The cyan light on the Cloud-Coiling Spear flared to its peak. The Cyan Wood True Gang condensed into a single point on the spear's tip, unleashing a pressure as heavy as a mountain.
"Break!"
PFFT!
The long spear tore through the Fist Puppet's chest core with perfect precision, as if ripping through silk.
The Fist Puppet's movements abruptly froze. The glint in its eyes quickly dimmed, and with a final CRASH, it collapsed into a pile on the ground.
Twenty-sixth layer, cleared!
Chen Qing leaned on his spear, sweat rolling down his forehead. His True Astral had been massively depleted, and his arms were numb and sore.
"The twenty-sixth layer… is truly something else!"
