Two Cave Masters charged to the fore. They rode their steeds in formation, and stabbed their spears forward together.
There was an illusory six-petaled white lotus on both of their foreheads. Usually, Miao Yi would not be so bold as to go head to head against them. However, with the might of his treasured first grade spear, as well as his own cultivation, he had no need for fear and was fully capable of facing them head on.
As the Inversed-Scale Spear jerked out, its body was wrapped in a resplendent white light while the roars of dragons swept towards the two men in front of him.
Ten bitter years of training on the island was now fully displayed with gleaming sharpness.
The dragon roars resounded as he struck out with his spear. It was hard to tell how many times he pierced forward in that moment as cold sparks flew in quick succession.
‘Clank! Clank!’ Two loud rings reverberated.
