Thousands of lights flow, the silver spear awakens

Facing the attacks of countless sword beams, Beale stared at Fu Dongliu who was casting a spell in the distance with his sharp eyes. He waved his silver spear, deflected the incoming sword beams, and quickened his pace. "clang——" Fu Dongliu sensed the impending crisis, and with a wave of his right hand, a black Mo Dao appeared. It was about ten feet long, with blades on both sides, shining with a cold light and exuding an intimidating chill. "The boss's long sparrow knife." Everyone in Western...