Yan Ling spread out her left hand and extended the spear in her right hand. With a flash, she instantly stabbed someone with the weapon.
The tip of the spear was like a black lotus, instantly piercing through a person's chest.
Her attack was swift, and ceaseless, causing the hearts of some to tremble.
"She's ruthless!"
Duan Lang's gaze was solemn as he looked at Yan Ling, who was still maintaining her movements.
"Besides, the Peerless Sword belongs to my king. No one else is qualified!"
Yan Ling glanced at everyone with a warning look in her eyes.
Then, she put away her spear with a serious expression.
"Dreamlore soldiers, form a Nightmare Barrier and surround the entire Sword Reverence Manor!"
Her words carried spiritual energy, and her voice instantly resonated.
In the next second, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the blue sky and gradually expanded.
"This is…"
