Ice Armor

The spear was ancient in design, not solid but filled with a dense, viscous shadow, its exterior flickering with clusters of electric light.

It emanated an indescribable aura of destruction and an unholy feeling, as if it carried some higher-tier power.

Whoosh! The spear shot out, crossing a great distance to appear before Wang Qi.

All sound of wind and rain vanished, all detail faded. It was as if, between heaven and earth, only this terrifying spear and Wang Qi, standing before him, remained.

Swish!

The brown-haired man briefly appeared in mid-air near the dark vortex. Looking down at the enemy on the ground, his gaze was cold and hidden as he made another grabbing motion.

This time, however, nothing unusual happened.

Then, the brown-haired man suddenly covered his mouth, hunched over, and began to cough violently. His face turned a flushed crimson, and his vital energy went wild.

Power Reversal.

The brown-haired man had undergone a relatively intense battle and was heavily depleted. His remaining power was insufficient to support a second counterattack.

He drifted to the ground, forcing down a breath. His wrist flipped, revealing a dagger with a blue blade. He charged forward like a bull.

He intended to fight hand-to-hand.

The spear, symbolizing destruction and death, with its chilling, unparalleled killing intent, stabbed directly into Wang Qi.

At this moment, a river of cold water suddenly appeared. Like a breached dam, it collided with the shadow spear, managing to momentarily halt the terrifying weapon's advance.

However, in less than half a breath, silver light flowed across the spear, and infinite electricity surged over.

Boom!

Thunder and water clashed, emitting a massive roar. The spear broke free from its bonds and continued its advance.

Seizing this interval, Wang Qi's left palm, clad in a black leather glove,