C891 Wind and cloud upheaval

Although his thoughts were running fast, the water-repelling spear in Zhao Mingzhe's hands was not slow at all.

"Divine dragon flings its tail!"

The afterimages of the lances covered Ye Qingtian who had charged up.

Ye Qingtian's face changed as the sword in his hand erupted with an aura that resembled a torrential downpour.

Bits of cold light flashed