At that moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a flicker of cold light, shooting towards him with the speed of lightning.
Fang Zhixing's body tensed, and his right hand quickly transformed into blood-colored tentacles, lashing out.
The glint of cold light that was a sudden attack turned out to be a silver spear, wrapped in the power to tear through the air.
The blood-colored tentacles twisted, abruptly sprouting a white ivory.
Clang!
The spear struck the white ivory, immediately erupting into brilliant sparks.
In an instant, a ring-shaped wave of air spread out, triggering a terrifying hurricane that completely destroyed a large area of the surrounding forest.
Whoosh whoosh~
The silver spear was flung into the air, rapidly spinning without stopping.
A dark figure suddenly jumped into the air and grabbed the silver spear.
The dark figure landed heavily, about thirty feet away from Fang Zhixing.
