Black Demon Marsh's side had surrounded and attacked Dongbo Xueying. They seemed to hold the advantage, yet inwardly, they were suffering bitterly.
"Devil Master, he has kept his eyes on me the entire time. That spear technique is far too bizarre—more than half my body has already been damaged," an icy young man urgently transmitted.
"Whoosh."
The long spear in Dongbo Xueying's hand churned like a flood dragon. The surrounding void twisted, and the spear was like a divine dragon whose head was seen but whose tail was not; at times, its tip would appear out of nowhere before a certain Chaos Realm devil.
With a single thrust.
Though a battle formation protected his body's surface, an eerie vortex staircase formed over the icy young man's chest, converging into a single point. That spinning...