Fang Cheng slowly raised his head, and two clusters of golden flames suddenly emerged from the depths of his pupils.
His gaze was so intense it seemed almost scorching, as if it could completely dispel the darkness ahead.
His eyes swept across the broken roof of the great hall and focused deep into the swirling mist.
An invisible perception rippled outward like water waves.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng smirked and softly murmured:
"Found you."
Before the words were fully spoken, his right hand hanging by his side suddenly clenched tightly.
Boom!
Violent True Sun Fire surged out of Fang Cheng's palm, channeling through his fingers into the spear shaft.
The black iron spear body was instantly burned to a white-hot hue, with metallic patterns inside vividly clear like blood vessels.
The fierce flames rose, continuously compressing and condensing.
Ultimately, the entire spear transformed into a flaming spear flowing with liquid-gold brilliance.
