Xiao Yi immediately recognized the figure approaching from afar.
It was none other than the Heavenly Spear Ran Qi, long absent for several years.
Boom...
An extraordinary roar, deafening to the ears.
A spear is a fine instrument, its sound should be clear and rapid, yet now it was deep within its swiftness.
The spear strikes, the cold gleam arriving first, approaching point by point.
Xiao Yi had experienced this technique years ago, outside Fangcun City, where a long spear sealed off all directions, the cold gleam fierce like a storm.
Bang...
Xiao Yi's hand gathered a flame, enveloping his hand.
The long spear reached just in time.
Xiao Yi moved swiftly, his flame-clad hand suddenly grasped the spear shaft.
Crack... crack...
At that moment, the flame suddenly froze.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi slightly frowned, "Just the cold gleam of the spear can freeze my flame."
"Ran Qi, you've grown much stronger."
