He finally understood that persistence was victory.
It was very quiet on the stage, and only the sounds of breathing could be heard. Long Qingyun's eyes had already faded from dark red. He looked at the west morning carefully, and then it became dark red again, as if he had taken stimulants. However, his face turned paler in the west. Strong power needed to be controlled by a strong body, so this strange weapon also consumed a lot of internal force! The threads of golden light in his white eyes became more sincere, just like blood vessels. The faint golden light on his body was like armor sticking to the west morning. Looking at each other, Long Qingyun's eyes clearly showed that he would win with one strike!
Long Qingyun slowly lifted the Heir Dragon's Spear, his hands clenched tightly.
