Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Yet just at the instant it was about to launch its attack, a wave of violent stinging pain erupted without any warning from deep within its mind.

That was an attack at the divine sense level.

The Crimson Howl's movement stiffened for a moment. Agony appeared in those dark gold vertical pupils.

But it was only an instant. While its Will Sea was not as stable as a Primordial Spirit realm expert's, it was still considerably more robust than an ordinary spirit beast's. That divine sense strike caused it to pause for less than one breath.

One breath was enough.

Within the black mist, nine figures appeared simultaneously.

Every one was identical, every one holding that blue-jade long spear.

The nine figures surrounded the Crimson Howl in the center. Nine spears thrust out simultaneously. At each tip burned a faint yet incomparably brilliant light.

Mystic Yellow Spear Inscription, Dawn's Breaking!