The dragon spear is stained with blood!
Ye Fan held the blood-dripping dragon spear, his gaze cold and commanding, looking down on the world.
Endless origin power replenished his consumption, allowing him to always remain at his peak state.
Everyone was stunned, never expecting Ye Fan to be so resolute and decisive in killing.
In just a moment, one of the ten Saint Lord level strongmen was dead and another injured.
This result was shocking!
The Chaos Dragon Spear's killing intent shot to the sky, with one thrust, it seemed it could even pierce the heavens.
"Peasant, meet your death!"
Ye Fan wielded the dragon spear, like a streak of immortal light across the sky, stabbing towards the Saint of the Zhou Family.
Since he couldn't make peace, he might as well go on a killing spree, slaughtering all enemies against him cleanly.
"No..."
The Saint of the Zhou Family's face changed dramatically, at this time, he was truly frightened.
