This was his path; he had finally found it. However, he was currently facing the ruler of an entire plane!
There was no loud clash as everyone had anticipated. Everyone looked on in hope and anticipation, but in the instant that the Golden Dragon Spear finally clashed with the massive seven-fingered white hand, everyone's expressions immediately stiffened.
The massive hand had caught the Golden Dragon Spear in its grasp and was playing with it as if it were a little snake.
The power within the Golden Dragon Spear had been instantly sealed by the hand, rendering it completely unable to unleash its offensive prowess.
Everyone could only look on in despair as the hope completely faded from their eyes.
"Hmph! It's time for you to die!"
The cold voice seemed to have added a layer of frost to bleak white color in the surrounding area, and the Golden Dragon Spear shot back in a flash before instantly reaching Tang Wulin's chest.
If it weren't for the fact that Tang Wulin had to be killed, the abyssal Holy Lord wouldn't have paid such a heavy price to send a part of its own true body into this world. In doing so, it had expended a lot of its own energy, as well as the energy of the abyssal plane.
As the target of the Holy Lord, Tang Wulin felt as if the entire space around him were collapsing inward. The planar power that was protecting him before had been entirely dispelled, leaving him in a completely vulnerable state. Only the seed of life was still releasing life force energy in a panicked frenzy to try and protect him, but all of those efforts appeared to be completely futile.
In that instant, it was as if the entire world had turned into his enemy; everything between heaven and earth was trying to oppress and crush him.
Everything had come so abruptly, yet all of these events were transpiring so slowly in his mind, as if all of his senses had been blunted.
What kind of power was this?
This was something that Tang Wulin had never experienced, even when facing the destructive energy storm unleashed by the 12th-grade Godslayer soul missile.
The entire space was collapsing, and the Holy Lord seemed to be also struggling against something as its entire seven-fingered hand had turned into nine different colors.
As the ruler of a plane, it had forced a part of its true body into an alternate plane that hadn't yet been conquered, so it was naturally going to face vehement resistance from the entire plane.
However, this Holy Lord had still descended upon this plane without any hesitation, and it only had one goal; to kill Tang Wulin! It had to kill this human who was truly able to pose a threat to the survival of the entire abyssal plane.
The Holy Lord had initially planned to pay a heavy
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