Chapter 1087 — The Emperor Tries to Cleave the Ancient Divine Egg

"Cracked?" Shen Mu asked, his eyes on the dao-patterns slowly dissolving around the round egg, his face grave, without turning his head.

"Mm."

Cold sweat stood on Wei Suifeng's brow from the pain. He said, "Three fingers are broken, and the little finger's bone is shattered. This egg is too hard!"