Whoosh!
Yun He flipped his hand over and took out the Black Prismatic Spear.
"Using a spear?" The black-robed man smiled and nodded.
Then he reached out a hand.
The surrounding snowflakes immediately gathered in a frenzy, swiftly condensing into a crystalline, translucent white Ice Spear.
At the same time, soaring battle intent began radiating from the handsome black-robed man. He almost seemed to have become a spear himself.
A spear that seemed capable of piercing through space-time at any moment.
That powerful battle intent pressed relentlessly toward Yun He.
Yun He narrowed his eyes slightly, growing more cautious. He stared intently at his opponent as powerful battle intent erupted from his own body, every bit as strong as the other man's.
There was no point overthinking things now. He would fight!
Defeat him!
Yun He had no desire to die here without even knowing why.
Presumably, this was another test that the God King's virtual consciousness had arranged for him!
He knew how powerful Yun He was, so he had skipped the earlier stages and transported Yun He straight to the fifth floor!
"Excellent!"
The handsome black-robed man grinned. "Take my first thrust!"
Whoosh!
The black-robed man moved like a phantom, his spear shifting in his hand.
Countless white spear images instantly appeared out of thin air, mingling with the wind and snow. They were incredibly ethereal, yet held endless murderous intent!
Spear images appeared one after another. Almost instantly, billions of them filled the space before Yun He, as though he had fallen into a world of spear images.
Yet those countless spear images only made Yun He frown.
...That was it?
"A mere illusion!"
His will gave a soft snort within his mind, and all the illusions instantly vanished.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a spear image