Lu Yuan, spear in hand, slaughtered one shadow after another blocking his path.
With each kill, a sliver of power surged into his body, and the rust on his black iron spear gradually flaked off.
After killing an unknown number of opponents,
BUZZ—
Lu Yuan suddenly felt a slight tremor in the spear he held. The black iron spear flaked off inch by inch, revealing a dazzling touch of silver beneath the peeling flakes.
In an instant, the black iron spear transformed into a silver spear.
However, the gleam of the silver spear soon drew the attention of more formidable shadows on the battlefield.
Several powerful and towering figures lunged at Lu Yuan simultaneously, and the pressure on him instantly intensified!
"Kill!"
Lu Yuan's face was devoid of emotion, his eyes reflecting the dazzling silver light.
The spear in his hand darted out like a swimming dragon, weaving brilliant silver screens around him, ruthlessly slaughtering the incoming opponents.
...
"Oh."
