A vast shadow descended from above, blocking out the sun. Only a deep and rugged face could be seen, with an inexplicable imposing aura between the brows. The pitch-black pupils were like thick, flowing ink, faintly looking down.
"Roar! Moo!"
In mid-air.
The right hand holding the Mithril spear suddenly shone with a glazed golden light, a dragon-elephant phantom flickering on the surface, gathering a terrifying, swelling power.
That power trembled slightly, causing the air to twist madly.
"Bang!"
"Crack, crack, crack, crack!"
With a palm press, the spear tip shattered into a cloud of powder. Then the well-tempered spear shaft broke inch by inch, as brittle as a biscuit.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom!"
Bai Xiao's punch, like lightning, struck fiercely at Tang Qi's chest.
"Crack!"
The second spear hastily drawn for blocking broke again.
