Chapter 1087 — The Emperor Tries to Cleave the Ancient Divine Egg
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Soon those grand dao-sounds faded, and the dao-patterns flew swiftly back into the round egg, and the ghost ship entered once more into its state of unchanging matter.
The corner of Wei Suifeng's eye twitched. His right hand dropped to his side, and his palm trembled without cease.
"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!"