The spear moved like a silver dragon tumbling around the sea and stirring up waves to strike the shore.
Around the silver dragon was a pair of Mandarin Duck Sabers that flew about like butterflies. They were sometimes close and sometimes far away. They let out a piercing shrill that tore through the air, and the tri-colored glare continuously tore through the silver dragon.
Whenever Zhou Yu pulled himself together, his attack would immediately be cut down by two fatal "butterflies". They promised that they would tear him apart if he approached them.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
There were butterflies flying all over the place.
The powerful dragon-shaped qi that tumbled about fiercely would occasionally clash against the butterflies head-on, and a strong gust of wind would surge into the air!
