The position was just slightly off from the heart, causing a fatal injury enough to instantly destroy the Star Core.
Jiang Shu's entire body trembled violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragmented organs, his body accelerated forward by the tremendous impact.
Yet in that moment of excruciating pain and the threat of life and death, leveraging that massive thrust, his left hand, the one not holding the Desolate Star Halberd, yet still covered in the dim glow but rune-laden Shui Huan Gloves, quickly reached forward with speed beyond his limits.
Pa!
Like a drowning man grasping onto the last piece of driftwood.
That blood-soaked left hand grabbed onto the slightly trembling, icy cold Black Stone.
In that instant of contact, it was as if he was holding a piece of solidified universe.
A feeling of indescribable chaos and weightiness came, and the sense of engulfing disappeared instead.
