Last Shot

Lin Chuan seemed to have snapped out of his daze. 

He cast a deep glance at the now completely unrecognizable White Spirit. 

Meng Chao did not know whether he was imagining things, but he seemed to have seen the White Spirit nod lightly. 

Lin Chuan gritted his teeth, cried out, and threw his chain spear forward. 

The Blood Spirit should have been able to dodge it, but the White Spirit held it back and just let the burning chains from the spear strengthened by the Undying Bird bind it. 

Lin Chuan yanked at the chain, and each runic symbol on the chain spear shone and screeched. They dug deep into the Blood Spirit's body and burned it until the countless tentacles started screeching. 

The Blood Spirit kept struggling and jumping around. 

Lin Chuan used all his strength to tighten his hold over the chain spear. His feet sank into the ground. Even if the flesh, blood, and bones in his arms and spine started exploding, he did not care.