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"Chi!"
Just as Han Zhong shot up into the sky, another figure almost simultaneously took to the air, moving even faster.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A dull sound echoed, and from the vault of heaven, a Nether God's Spear appeared, engulfed in black flames. Carrying endless runes, it descended like a gigantic pillar that could prop up the sky, brimming with killing intent.
The runes, emitting a strange light, forged an image of a nether prison, their brilliance obscuring the sun and the aura of death trembling in all directions.
Witnessing this scene, the people below changed color in fright, turning to flee. The Nether God's Spear oppressed the land within a radius of dozens of miles, and anyone caught in its range would be gravely injured if not killed.