He tried it before, when the two horses crossed, he could consecutively thrust thirteen spears, each spear carrying the force through his entire body, shattering gold and breaking iron, demolishing stones and mountains as if it were a simple task.
However, this time was different. Since his spear technique reached Great Success, leading troops into battle, it was the first time he didn't dare to charge forward, only wanting to steer his horse to dodge sideways.
A flash of darkness appeared before his eyes.
It was as if the entire sky lost its luster, the halberd blade, like lightning, was already slashing at his neck, even faster than his spear thrust by several times.
In the spiritual perception, that black long halberd, heavy and solid, even sliced through the air, with bursts of muffled thunderous sounds, yet as fast as a light sword being unsheathed, making one barely able to react.
"Frost."
