Hearing a "thud", Xu Ran turned around.
He saw.
The stone gate he just passed through had turned into an incredibly solid city wall, seamlessly fit without a flaw to be found.
Such a scene had occurred before, so Xu Ran was not surprised.
Soon after, Xu Ran turned around again.
In front of him was still that gigantic dueling arena.
In the center of the arena stood a Profound Iron Long Spear, as straight as a pillar, the spear's body coiled like an ink dragon, giving off a chilly sheen.
The spear's shaft was spiral, crafted with an extremely unique forging technique, covered in dragon scales, each scale's edge stained with year-old blood red marks.
The entire iron spear, heavy as an abyss, exudes a fierce aura tempered on the battlefield, stirring up a metallic wind with a slight movement.
Even someone like Xu Ran, completely unfamiliar with spears, couldn't help but exclaim.
"A fine spear!"
"Indeed, a fine spear!"
