After suppressing the crimson-glowing spear, the lean man's expression finally improved slightly. He utterly loathed this kind of scorching heat.
The thick stone pillar in his other hand silently swept toward Gong Chenying's slender neck again. Calling the stone pillar silent was not quite accurate; this magical treasure carried a great deal of extreme cold aura,
which blended perfectly with the yin winds and icy chill within the cave, making it easy to overlook the attack hidden within that cold wind and yin aura. Their attacks here received greater enhancement and could unleash formidable power.
Gong Chenying maintained her usual icy beauty. Even with the spear in her hand wrapped by the long tongue, she remained neither joyful nor sorrowful, revealing nothing of what she was thinking.
Just as vicious light flickered in the lean man's eyes and the thick stone pillar was about to strike her jade-like neck, she suddenly released the spear with one hand.
Her jade hand swiftly twisted at the wrist, changing from palm to fist, and she drove a lightning-fast punch into the butt of the spear.
At the same time, Gong Chenying's body arched backward in an instant, and the thick stone pillar howled past, nearly brushing the tip of her nose.
Seeing his stone pillar sweep through empty air, the lean man was about to forcefully halt its momentum before bringing it crashing down with the flow, smashing her body into a heap of pulp.
But at that moment, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his sea of consciousness, while an irresistible, majestic force came through the shield in his other hand.
A mass of scorching red light suddenly exploded in the darkness. The icy-prism long tongue was shattered into countless pieces by the force erupting from the spearhead, while the enormous