Wushan donned his armor and grasped the sharp weapon, the cobalt blue gleam transforming into interlinked armor plates and a tight helmet, preventing the mists of Yunmeng Marsh's calamitous waters from seeping in. The lava-colored polearm in his hand clashed intensely but briefly against the Tiger Head Great Spear before him, like a white and a red malevolent serpent wrestling with each other. After each collision, an explosion-like black splash would burst forth in the air, or else a fading multicolored radiance would dissipate.
The tentacle-shaped calamitous waters and the black and white Dragon Mist intertwined on Li Yan's left and right, brimming with spirit.
