Return to the Battlefield

The sound of the spear tearing through the air was like a collision of thunder!

Countless flickering black lightning surrounded the spear and Gu Yuan, its speed so fast that it reached Jian Wushuang's forehead in an instant.

Standing beside Jian Wushuang, the young samanera suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Gu Yuan, who was like a Demon God. He was not afraid at all. He could only sigh that his strength was not enough. After 30 million years of cultivation, his strength had not even reached the peak of the Yan Immortal realm. Let alone Gu Yuan, even any corpse had the strength of a Grand Yan Immortal realm. He was a burden on the battlefield and could not help at all.