The spear shaft was silvery white throughout, with no visible spear tip, for it had long since pierced through a sheet of dragon scales and deeply embedded itself into a blossoming red wound.
Bright red blood dyed a swath of the sea, and before long, the churning sea surface began to freeze over.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huge, sharp ice pillars continuously broke through the ice surface.
A figure emerged from the ice, and at the same time, his palm, covered in fresh blood, surged with a pitch-black blood energy. Within that thick shadowy mist, a streak of silvery white cold light flickered.
Another silver spear.
It was as if drawn from another mystical space, sweeping a narrow silver shadow through the air.
The silver spear shook and produced several spear flowers, which directly shattered a sharp and enormous ice pillar that was hurtling towards him into countless fractured ice crystals.
