Otherworldly Skeleton Evolution

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

*Clang!*

The resounding clash of metal against metal echoed through the air as the two spears collided, sparks erupting from the point of impact.

The two figures rapidly retreated, stirring up countless grains of sand in their wake.

Zhao Bai’an raised his right hand, his footsteps pausing as he stepped on the desert, sending a plume of yellow sand into the air.

The silver-white spear in his hand spun at extreme speed behind his back, its form gradually transforming into the silhouette of a dragon.

The yellow sand on the ground was instantly drawn in, swirling around the spear.

At the same time, Jiang Cheng, who had just used the Charge skill, was abruptly interrupted, his momentum broken.

His figure was pulled by the suction force generated by the spear in Zhao Bai’an’s hand, altering his trajectory.

Dragon Silhouette Rotating Spear Kill!

By spinning at a speed that surpassed the limit, it formed a powerful reverse suction force.

Transforming into a dragon silhouette vortex, it drew the opponent towards oneself to deliver a lethal blow.

It could also be used to manipulate the opponent’s position and interrupt their movement skills.

“Holy shit, one of the Fourteen Divine Techniques, Dragon Silhouette Rotating Spear Kill?”

“Using the ultimate move right from the start? Using this divine technique in front of the founder, isn’t this like a clown showing off his meager skills?”

“Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand. If he had let the Supreme God get close with the Charge skill just now and thrown out a horse, he probably would have died even faster.”

“That’s right. Zhao Bai’an had no choice. He’s facing the Supreme God after all. He can’t hold back.”

“Damn, throwing out a horse is pretty impressive. Is it really that exaggerated?”

*Ding!*

A point of golden light flashed, borrowing the radiance of the blazing sun to pierce into Zhao Bai’an’s eyes, momentarily blinding him.

Zhao Bai’an instinctively shut his eyes to block out the dazzling glare.

*Clang!*

Relying on his honed instincts, Zhao Bai’an managed to block Jiang Cheng’s Level 40 skill, Crescent Moon Spear, the impact sending tremors through his arm.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, another point of golden light rapidly stabbed towards his face, aimed at his vulnerable eyes.

In that instant, Zhao Bai’an had already anticipated the attack. Following the trajectory of the golden light, he deftly twisted his body, using his back to avoid the incoming Blade Flash.

Simultaneously, the silver-white spear in his hand took advantage of the momentum to stab backwards, a counterattack executed with perfect timing.

Turning Spear!

*Ding!*

With a crisp sound, Jiang Cheng’s figure rapidly retreated, seamlessly transitioning into a Momentum Flash Strike.

The spear in his hand left his grasp and flew out, cutting through the swirling sand to arrive in front of Zhao Bai’an in the blink of an eye.

His right hand beckoned and a majestic warhorse materialized beneath his feet, summoned forth by his will.

Jiang Cheng effortlessly mounted the warhorse, his movements fluid and precise.

Instantly activating the warhorse’s skill, he leapt up at the exact moment Zhao Bai’an had just deflected his spear!

In a heartbeat, man and horse closed the seven-pace gap, a perfect unity of rider and mount.

Jiang Cheng’s right hand extended from the horse, snatching the golden spear that had been knocked spiraling into the sky, and then the spear tip plunged downwards like a thunderbolt!

The Level 65 group damage skill, Thousand Shadow Cold Spear, was unleashed in rapid succession!

Instantly, a storm of spear shadows rained down upon Zhao Bai’an, each one imbued with bone-chilling coldness.

The Knight class was renowned for its immense vitality, stalwart defense, and abundance of passive skills, but possessed few active damage skills.

Even at Level 100, players only had access to 4 active damage skills, providing little advantage in PvP combat.

Average players chose the Knight class primarily to serve as a sturdy tank, drawing aggro and providing supportive status enhancements.

However, expert players could often rely on these four active skills alone to utterly dominate other classes in PvP, showcasing their true mastery.

Thousand Shadow Cold Spear boasted the highest damage output among the four active skills.

It allowed for the instantaneous release of the spear, creating a fan-shaped array of spear shadows within a 3-meter range directly ahead.

Each of the 11 attacks unleashed upon enemy units dealt damage equivalent to 400% of the user’s own attack power, a truly formidable technique.

Everyone initially believed that Zhao Bai’an would either meet his demise or suffer grave injuries from this assault.

After all, the damage potential of the weapon wielded by Jiang Cheng was exceptionally high. Enduring eleven consecutive spear strikes, even with a substantial HP pool, would undoubtedly take a heavy toll.

However, a faint smile played upon Zhao Bai’an’s lips, a hint of confidence in his expression.

He calmly held his spear horizontally and executed a flawless Momentum Flash Strike, his movements precise and unhurried.

With perfect timing, he preemptively positioned the tip of his spear against the first spear shadow of the incoming Thousand Shadow Cold Spear, ready to counter.

*Ding!*

A crisp sound rang out as Zhao Bai’an’s figure swiftly retreated, piercing through the veil of yellow sand, his form a blur of motion.

The spear in his hand left his grasp and flew out during the retreat, carried forward by the momentum he had generated.

He intended to employ the very same technique Jiang Cheng had just used against him, retaliating the instant Jiang Cheng touched the ground.

*Peng!*

Zhao Bai’an’s footsteps abruptly halted, prematurely terminating the retreating effect of Momentum Flash Strike.

His five fingers splayed outwards as his right hand beckoned downwards, poised to summon a magnificent white steed to charge towards Jiang Cheng.

But in the next instant, an extraordinarily potent suction force engulfed Zhao Bai’an, the pull of the Dragon Silhouette Rotating Spear Kill drawing him in against his will.

Involuntarily, his body lurched forward, his feet stepping unbidden.

The warhorse summoning ritual was forcibly disrupted, shattering his planned counterattack!

Following closely, a howling gust of wind brushed past his ears, accompanied by a golden silhouette streaking past him in a flash of brilliant light.

The next moment, an icy chill permeated Zhao Bai’an’s back, a sense of impending doom washing over him.

The tip of a golden spear erupted from his back, ruthlessly piercing through his body and emerging from his chest, glistening with crimson blood.

A spray of fresh blood blossomed before Zhao Bai’an, splattering across the ground in a vivid contrast against the pale sand.

Turning Spear!

“–11171.”