"Taking advantage of my weakness!"
"Despicable!"
Chen Yi roared in anger.
Chu Qingyun, however, just sneered. "Despicable? Over a hundred of you from the Celestial Spirit Realm are ganging up to hunt a single person from the Earth Spirit Realm, and you're calling *me* despicable?"
With a single slash, a ball of furious thunder shot from his blade. Accompanied by a piercing CRACKLE, it rushed ferociously toward Chen Yi.
"Ancient Mirror Golden Spear!"
Facing a sword strike that touched upon the Intention Realm, Chen Yi didn't dare be careless. Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain of the Fire Poison, he forcibly summoned his Martial Soul.
The phantom image of a long spear, glinting with flecks of gold, rapidly materialized behind him.
A flash of light appeared in his hands, coalescing into a long spear.
"Go!"
Chen Yi thrust his spear. Its tip was instantly enveloped in a sharp, gray light, as if it could pierce through anything.
