"??" Mo Ye looked at him angrily.
Fire Nether remained calm: "Do you think I would fear battle?"
In his heart, besides his master, the Spear Dao was the most important.
He would never fear battle.
Not to mention... fighting for friends.
Fire Nether didn't say these words, but Mo Ye could clearly see it in his eyes.
"Instead of continuing this pointless talk, we might as well have a good fight first," said Fire Nether, as the speed of his spear thrust suddenly increased.
Mo Ye couldn't spare the time to think more and could only try to keep up.
After the two were exhausted from fighting, Fire Nether looked at Mo Ye, who was collapsed on the ground, and calmly said: "This Fire Qilin Spear has always been forged with your help, bit by bit. A large portion of the materials you've risked your life to gather have been used on this spear. But my Fire Qilin Spear cannot stop here. Mo Ye, I'm still waiting for you to help me continue to improve its grade."
