Long Yan completely ignored Bone Sky, his entire body transformed into a streak of black light as he charged toward Bone Sky on the opposite side. The magic spear in his hand glowed with a crimson brilliance, but in Bone Sky's eyes, Long Yan's thunderous strike appeared to be in slow motion.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound reverberated through the room. Long Yan's thunderous strike had been stopped by Bone Sky's fingers. The tip of the spear was now pinched between two of Bone Sky's fingers.
Even with Long Yan's physical strength, the spear couldn't move an inch. Bone Sky gave a twisted smile.
"That's why I say, all of you who cultivate ordinary martial arts are nothing but fools. There are obvious shortcuts to take, yet you still insist on talking about steady progress, one footstep at a time."
It seemed as though Bone Sky was trying to entice Long Yan, but Long Yan already understood the flaws of such evil arts in the past and was immune to Bone Sky's manipulation.
