Just as the rusty and cold ancient sword was less than a finger's length away from his neck, Fang Li vaguely heard a buzzing sound.
A black spear spun and flew past his ear. The spearhead emitted a cold light and directly split the sword open.
When Fang Li recovered from his shock, he was covered in cold sweat as he watched the young man holding a spear in one hand sweep away the heretic in front of him like an ancient commander.
Fu Ye's fighting style was as wild as his
There was a strong fighting spirit in his eyes. He held the Godslayer in his hand and entered the enemy camp without any fear. Moreover, he was the kind of person who became more and more excited as he fought.
It could be said that this was his forte. With a sweep of his spear, a large number of heretics instantly fell.
