Dark Crimson Blood Stained the Spear's Edge

Once they were exhausted, it would be able to rush in and finish them in one go.

That was the patience only a hunter living in darkness possessed.

But Zhou Qiubai did not intend to give it that chance.

"Try that."

Yang Guyun did not ask what exactly "that" meant.

He straightened up, lifted the Returnless Spear from his side, gripped the middle of the shaft with both hands, left hand forward and right hand back, and held the spear upright before him with its tip pointing toward the sky.

This stance was not part of any form in the No Return Spear Technique, nor was it an inheritance of the Breaking Clan. It was a technique they had developed through fighting side by side time and again.

Soul Power flowed continuously from his palms into the spear shaft.

The pitch-black body of the Returnless Spear began to glow, and Soul Rings spread beneath his feet.

The Returnless Spear began to tremble softly before flying from his grasp.

The Returnless Spear left Yang Guyun's palm and began circling around his body.

Its tip drew a silvery-white trail through the air, which gradually connected into a translucent ribbon of light winding around him.

As the ribbon of light spread, the Returnless Spear's body gradually blurred. Only that silvery-white trail grew brighter and brighter, finally forming an upsurging current of air that swept up grass blades and shattered stones from the ground.

The current grew increasingly powerful.

From nothing, it rose from below, eventually forming a silver wandering dragon that slowly emerged within the vortex.

The dragon raised its head high toward the Rhino. Though it had no eyes, the almost tangible pressure it emitted made the surrounding air stagnate.

Dark crimson blood stained the spear's edge, soul threads drained the earth-fiend