Dragging his heavy and weary body, having exhausted all the trump cards he could use, he lowered his head to look at his weak, bloodstained hands, the damaged fingers spasming slightly due to excessive debility.
Then he clenched a fist and raised it.
The youth's eyes still shone clear, and he said, "Come on."
Crack.
As if responding to the youth's undying fighting spirit, the long spear piercing through the dragon scale on his abdomen slightly trembled.
Baili An widened his eyes, surprised, and tilted his head.
Thus, under his astonished gaze, a force pushed out the spearhead of that long spear.
The serpent roared furiously, its anger boundless.
Baili An watched intently as the moment the broken scale burst apart, it was a bright sword blade that ruptured a wheel of blood—its sound clashing with the spear, then sending it flying.
The blade sliced through inch by inch, the dazzling sword body reflecting the lights and shadows of this world.
