Just as the black flames were about to swallow the pillar of light and strike Yue Zhengen.
A clear spear cry suddenly rang out from the depths of the night sky.
Clang—
A silver-blue spear radiance tore through the night like a meteor streaking across the heavens, striking the side of the black flame fist radiance with unerring precision.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull boom. The violent black flames were knocked off course by the spear force, grazing past Yue Zhengen's shoulder armor before smashing heavily into the distant plains.
Boom!
The ground shook violently. A charred crater dozens of meters wide instantly formed, lava churning at its bottom as scorching waves of heat swept dust into the sky.
Yue Zhengen staggered back two steps, gripping the Holy Sword tightly as he looked ahead.
A blue-silver figure hovered silently in the air. Tall and lean, he appeared to be in his forties, with handsome yet composed features and calm eyes. He held a silver-white spear, its shaft flowing with pale blue light. Its tip was razor-sharp, while faint spatial ripples surrounded his body.
A Four-Word Battle Armor covered his entire body, blue and silver in color, with smooth, light lines. Fine spear patterns were engraved on the shoulder guards. There were no unnecessary decorations, yet it radiated an incomparably sharp aura.
Guan Yue.
Yue Tian Douluo, master of the War God Temple, and one of the few supreme experts of this golden age who had taken the first step toward glimpsing the might of the Divine Realm!
Yue Zhengen's pupils contracted sharply, his face full of astonishment. He had never expected Guan Yue to be the one arriving as reinforcements. The War God Temple had suffered severe losses in its recent battle against Doulong Technology, yet Guan