Nine Abyss Demon Soul Spear

Beneath an azure sky, white clouds drifted lazily.

Yet when the two figures faced each other in midair, the vast Spiritual Power soaring into the heavens instantly changed the color of the skies. The clouds high above were brutally torn apart.

Countless gazes across heaven and earth locked onto the two figures confronting each other in the air.

Even farther away, streams of flowing light continuously swept toward this place. They had presumably received word that an old powerhouse of the Earth Desolate Hall and the newly crowned king of the Qiankun Sect were about to determine who was stronger.

Many people were immensely interested in such a clash.

Above the firmament, a chill froze all things. Even the flowing Spiritual Power seemed frozen solid, turning into ice crystals that drifted down from the sky.

Visible ice-blue whirlwinds of Spiritual Power coiled around the Ice King. Thick mysterious ice spread across the ground beneath his feet, and within his domain, all things perished.

The Ice King looked at Lin Langtian with savage killing intent in his eyes. "Lin Langtian, today, I will make you pay for my son's life!"

Boom!

As his voice fell, vast Spiritual Power roared around the Ice King like an ocean. It was as cold as ice, exuding a bone-chilling aura, and the entire sky seemed to be slowly frosting over.

Before him, Lin Langtian's expression gradually turned solemn.

As expected of a Sixth-grade Supreme. This man was a formidable enemy.

He abruptly clenched his hand, and a long spear appeared within it.

The spear was nine feet long, its entire body a deep, night-black color that seemed capable of devouring all surrounding light.

Its shaft was not smooth, but engraved with nine twisted abyssal demonic patterns. Each resembled a sealed evil dragon slowly writhing, emanating