At this moment, all kinds of lights flashed continuously within several thousand li of the surrounding area. At the same time, the space between heaven and earth was filled with explosions—some heavy, some shrill, some dull.
Heart-rending screams also rang out endlessly from every corner of the battlefield.
Mu Guyue held crescent guard blades in both hands. The full, perky peaks on her chest rose and fell slightly, while her phoenix eyes were icy and sinister as she stared at the sky three hundred zhang ahead.
A burly figure floated there as well. Behind him were likewise skies full of spell lights and rumbling explosions that soared into the heavens.
Amid the shifting lights and shadows, that burly figure appeared even more imposing.
A pair of curved horns grew from his head. He had a broad forehead and a square face, with round eyes that looked exceptionally fierce. Yet those round eyes had blood-red pupils, gleaming with a crimson light as though choosing prey to devour.
He wore a suit of black armor, its surface constantly reflecting the light cast by the surrounding spells. Heaven and earth shook violently, yet he was like a pillar that steadied a mountain, suspended firmly in midair without moving an inch.
His legs were as thick as courtyard pillars, his arms like door beams. Veins bulged high across the backs of his massive hands, and his palms seemed to contain boundless strength.
A long spear in his hand pointed diagonally toward the ground. Its tip indicated the place where a mountain peak had just been blasted into a huge crater, where sharp fragments of rock still flew through the air with "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds.
The spear tassel was blood-red, and a coiling dragon was carved along its shaft. At the spearhead, a dragon's