"Heh, moths flying into the flame."
Countless phantoms poured forth from the mountain peaks beneath the flickering light.
Baring fangs and brandishing claws, they howled and shrieked as they pounced, like a hundred ghosts parading through the night. They surged toward the light at the center of the plaza. Bai Yujun gripped her dragon spear in both hands, spinning through the air as she wielded it. For so many years, the dragon spear had involved too many complications, leaving her unable to use it freely and wronging this domineering spear art. At last, she could unleash it without restraint.
The sharp blade sliced effortlessly through the phantoms, cutting them in two...
The dragon spear flashed in a dazzling blur. The lower halves of the severed phantoms dissipated, while their upper bodies regrew and made themselves whole, though much dimmer than before and no longer as solid.
Bai Yujun freely displayed her spear techniques, every move like a dance—graceful and nimble, yet heroic, imposing, and fierce.
"Thunder Spear!"
Electric snakes flashed brilliantly, startling the phantoms into dodging and fleeing. After being suppressed and beaten soundly, they finally realized that this unfamiliar intruder was not to be trifled with. Yet they were now riding a tiger and unable to dismount. Though they could ignore ordinary attacks, they could not withstand that mysterious spear...
The strongest phantom, crowned and clearly their leader, threw back his head and let out a piercing shriek!
Bai Yujun paused briefly to assess the situation.
Every phantom hidden in the mountain's cracks and caves had emerged, flooding toward the plaza like a tide. The light was being suppressed. Countless phantoms risked dissipating within the brightness just to rush forward. Darkness compressed toward the center, and Bai Yujun's room to move grew smaller and smaller.
Lightning flashed, spreading outward