C575 Combat

"Whooosh."

The moment the silver spear was pulled out, a cold chill rushed into the sky. The spearhead shone with waves of cold light, making one unable to look straight at it. Fear rose up in one's heart.

A domineering, tyrannical, and sharp smell filled the air. Everyone couldn't help but shrink their necks. This spear light was enough to make anyone tremble with fear