A silver dragon with red eyes danced with orange-red flames.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a red tassel Spear.
Wherever the spear's shadow fell, blood blossomed.
But its unstoppable momentum was still intercepted.
"Whelp, don't get cocky!"
With that thunderous shout, the spear-wielding warrior was forced to retreat and avoid its edge. The butt of her spear gouged a long trench in the earth before she finally managed to stop. Before she could steady herself, the enemy general charged straight at her.
Clang, clang, clang!
Several throwing darts whistled through the air.
The spear-wielder spun and retreated several paces. A row of nine darts, each radiating a bone-chilling cold, embedded themselves in the ground. The last one grazed her arm. Before long, a stream of blackish-purple blood seeped from the wound. She acted at once, cutting a gash above it, then forcefully drove the poisoned blood out with her martial energy. Though she had been quick, her injured arm still felt numb. Good grief—this stuff was even more potent than the powdered herbs Yu Zi carried around!
With her right arm injured, she had no choice but to wield the spear with her unpracticed left. Already at a disadvantage, she now found herself in even greater peril.
Just as it looked like she was about to suffer a crushing defeat, a halberd struck in.
The enemy general recognized the newcomer.
"I let you escape before. Now you've come back to die!"
Yang Ying's eyes were icy. "Why don't you try me!"
The halberd in her hands transformed into a broad-bladed polearm.
Its blade bore a ferocious beast motif, mouth open in a roar!
She swept forward like a gale, striking with the force of thunder and lightning.
She seemed utterly transformed from the person she had been moments