This sort of chaotic, unrhythmic final struggle, like an arrow at the end of its flight, made the people of Flowing Light City, who were eagerly paying attention to the battle in midair, tremble all over and did not even dare blink their eye or breathe.

Clang!

Among the black clouds, an illusory image suddenly stretched out half a spear’s length. The spearhead was half a meter long, and the tip was glowing with a piercing coldness, piercing into Ye Qingyu’s ...