This was a sequential ability of the Dawn Celestial Punishment Holy Profession. Su Chen knew exactly what it was and his figure flashed in retreat.
But the solidified spears of light turned in mid-air, homing in on him.
They moved so fast that the naked eye could only perceive streaks of light. Moreover, the hundred-some spears were subtly converging toward the center.
The moment they converged, the streams of light fused as if being forged. The mass rapidly shrank, its silhouette solidifying from an illusory form as golden veins appeared on its surface. The sound of it rending the air shifted from a sharp whistle to a dull roar.
The hundreds of light spears compressed into a twelve-foot-long lance. Its tip condensed into a single point of cold starlight, shimmering with a platinum sheen and revealing a deadly edge.
Su Chen felt a piercing pain between his eyebrows. Despite his incredible speed, the distance between him and the lance was rapidly closing.
