Fang Lin laughed with joy. This spear was truly formidable; even the mysterious woman in the white dress seemed to dread it.
However, the next moment, his joy waned. The lady in white showed a horrendous expression on her face. Her body emanated an eerie swirl of deathly aura like a storm, sweeping all the scattered bones on the ground into the vortex of death.
"Do you intend to kill me again with this spear? Then come on," a terrifying voice echoed from within the spiral of death, transforming into a massive ghostly figure with angry, blood-red eyes glowering at the ancient spear.
The bellowing of the spear grew louder, the aura of its killing intent seemingly ready to tear the heavens apart, but it didn't make its move.
