Long Yan felt someone exhaling on the back of his neck, but logically, the breath should be warm. However, Long Yan sensed this exhalation was cold. In a place like this, Long Yan would rather believe it was a ghost rather than a living person.
However, Long Yan did not easily turn his head, not out of cowardice, but because he wanted to know the exact position of the enemy before making a counterattack.
Long Yan gripped the handle of the demon spear with both hands, sweeping it backwards. After all, the demon spear had been Long Yan's weapon of choice ever since the God Demon Battlefield, always by his side.
The majestic demon spear, carrying the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, struck towards the source of the sound behind him. But seeing the scene behind him, Long Yan's hand wielding the demon spear halted abruptly, not because of anything else, but because there was actually no one at the source of the sound.
"Come out!"
