The appearance of the Poison Curse Flame Spear left the martial warriors of the opposing Poison Boar Race momentarily stunned.
However, with their rich combat experience, especially during the time they were enslaved, they faced life-and-death situations many times, quickly regaining their composure.
"Roar!"
A furious roar erupted from their leader, and as the seemingly identical legacy battle technique approached, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. The Poison and Fire Force surged within him, once again condensing into the Poison Curse Flame Spear.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
In an instant, these Poison Curse Flame Spears directly clashed with the oncoming attack.
He didn't believe the opponent mastered the Poison Curse Flame Spear. It was probably just imitation. The true power of the Poison Curse Flame Spear wasn't something easily learned.
At this moment, the Poison Boar Race martial warriors had the same thoughts as Guizang Yan.
