C1211 The Second Primordial Spirit

Pei Junlin watched the experts ascend like a swarm of locusts, his heart unmoved, his expression icy— the very picture of an unfeeling executioner.

His spear thrust continuously, felling one master after another. Those at the True God Stage met their end at the tip of his Chaotic World Devil Spear—a single sweep guaranteed death.

Understanding that wildfire cannot eradicate the spring breeze