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After Yang Jian's body bent to its limit, it suddenly snapped back up. The arm holding the spear thrust straight forward like an arrow leaving the string, straight at Di Tian's dragon head.

The moment he struck, a circle of visible white sound-barrier clouds exploded in the air.

Those were the shockwaves generated when the shaft of the spear broke the speed of sound in an instant.

Before this circle of sound-barrier clouds could spread, however, it was torn to shreds by an even more violent force that followed closely behind.

Crimson flames suddenly ignited along the spear, sweeping from the butt of the spear all the way to the tip, wrapping the entire Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in a layer of blazing, near-white crimson.

The flames churned and surged along the spear. Viewed from afar, it looked like a shooting star falling to the mortal world from the nine heavens, dragging a long crimson tail as it tore through the sky and slammed fiercely toward Di Tian's dragon head.

Space shattered wherever the spear blade passed.

The edges of the rifts were not charred black, but instead presented a glazed, melted state that glowed with dark red embers.

The interior of the rifts did not reveal the ultimate darkness of void space, but rather a chaotic color illuminated to a blazing red by the flames, as if even the void itself had been ignited by the temperature of this single spear strike.

Before the spear blade even touched Di Tian, he felt a wave of heat rushing toward his face.

It was not an ordinary rise in temperature, but felt like some kind of highly penetrating energy wave.

At Di Tian's level, ordinary high temperatures could not possibly penetrate the defense of his layer of dark dragon scales.

Di Tian