C397 Last hurdle

On the eighth level of the golden altar, Tang Huan held a long spear in her hands, as if she was an everlasting fossil. She stood there motionlessly, her body, and even the weapons in her hands, already covered by an abnormally dense golden flowing light.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Inside the illusory space, two figures were flashing rapidly while their two spears were clashing crazily