That spear had obviously been lying in wait, just waiting for a chance like this.
The instant Lord Shaman shouted, the black spear shot straight into Ryan's lower back—he didn’t even get a chance to dodge. The Shaman was going all out, desperately pinning Ryan down.
For a second, it looked like their teamwork had finally paid off!
This time, Ryan was clearly the one who lost out!
“Ryan, bet you didn’t see that coming! You might have a million tricks, but right now, you’re dead meat!” Lord Shaman yelled, wild with excitement—he’d been waiting for this moment forever. Next to him, Grandmother Long slipped out of the shadows, her whole vibe extra creepy and cold.
“Heh, hit by my Five-Venom Ghost Spear—even a Ninth-Tier God Realm expert like you will get flayed alive!” Grandmother Long laughed, obviously super proud of her handiwork.
Ryan just smiled. He’d already clocked Grandmother Long lurking in the dark, but what really surprised him was that Five-Venom Ghost Spear. The thing was straight-up terrifying: packed with insane toxins and wrapped in pure death-qi, all harvested from the creepiest, deadliest places for over a decade. In an instant, all that death-qi fused together, a force strong enough to rot literally anything.
Anything alive, hit with that much ‘death’—game over.
And that death-qi? It’s the source of every poison, way scarier than any toxin on earth!
Touch even a trace, and you’re dead—buried right where you stand.