886 A Trap

A bean-sized flame - flickering like a candle in the wind - was condensed at the tip of the Black Golden Spear with Phoenix Wings. Although it was not approaching Meng Qi yet, he could already feel an extreme sense of danger - his skin, internal organs, and Primordial Spirit were scorching. If he was stabbed by the spear, both his body and Primordial Spirit would be destroyed, and there would be no way for him to revive and start again.

All the heat in the surrounding area seemed to be absorbed by the flame. A cold wind was blowing, snow was falling, and even the air was condensed into ice, forming layers of ice cages that trapped Meng Qi inside. The ice cages had also blocked the void to prevent Meng Qi from escaping.

Even though nobody was controlling the Spear of Mythical Creatures, it had clearly shown its power as a weapon of an Earth Fairy level.