C323 On the rare magic

Ka-cha! *

Ka-cha! *

Ka-cha! *

Clank, clank, clank.

As a trace of chaos energy flowed into the rusted Lancet, the rust on its blade broke apart and fell off. A cold light shot out from the blade.

At the same time, the sound of blades clashing resounded throughout the surrounding area.

This was a Divine Weapon, an Ancient Peerless Divine Weapon