"Continue."
Cangwu took the initiative to extend a hand, beckoning Xu Yang over.
Xu Yang descended back to his original spot, planting the tip of his spear on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly.
A smile still lingered at the corner of his lips, but his breathing had become far more rapid than before.
That fourth spear strike had nearly drained thirty percent of his strength, yet it had only forced Cangwu back a hundred zhang and shattered half a sword.
This man... was even stronger than he had anticipated.
"Good!"
"Fifth Form, Annihilation."
As his words fell, all the flames around him withdrew.
The crimson light filling the sky, the searing heat, the towering inferno—all of it vanished in that instant, as though something had swallowed it whole. Even the air returned to its original coolness.
The flames on Xu Yang's spear all went out. The shaft turned black as ink, with only an incomparably thin thread of white light remaining at its tip.
That thread of white light was so faint it was nearly invisible, yet Cangwu's pupils suddenly contracted.
He sensed danger.
True danger.
Xu Yang moved. This time, he thrust his spear extremely slowly—so slowly that everyone could clearly see each of his movements.
He raised the spear, leaned forward, pushed it out, and thrust.
Yet that spear strike, slow to the utmost extreme, gave Cangwu the illusion that there was nowhere to evade.
Wherever that thread of white light passed, all things withered, saintly aura fell into annihilation, and even light itself was swallowed.
Annihilation of the Spear Dao Law.
It did not harm the flesh—it struck directly at the divine soul and the foundation of one's laws.
This was the most elusive and unpredictable form among saintly spear techniques. Even Xu Yang