Holding the black lance in the palm of his hand, Ling Ying glanced at the cloud edge underneath, the corner of his mouth flicked, and clenched tightly, his right foot backed back half a step, and his body was half-twisted. Suddenly twisted, the spear in his hand brought up a huge training of long and long, facing the cloud edge in the sea of clouds below and shot away.
The black spear, like a dark meteor, cut through the sky, and the black air lingered between them, and it converged into a black giant snake. The giant snake roared in the sky and the space shook.
Feeling the horror from the sky, Yun Leng’s face changed suddenly, and he could perceive that this time, the other party really had no intention of keeping their hands at all.