Lightning wove through his right hand as Lin Feng grabbed the spear radiating cold, and his palm was immediately covered in frost, surging up his forearm.
However, in the next moment, he merely gave a slight shake, and under the stimulation of lightning, the frost's spread rapidly slowed down.
"You think having an extra beast to help you means you can beat me?" Lin Feng's face, hidden under the gas mask, was fiercely contorted, the exoskeleton armor moved his arm as if effortlessly snapping his wrist, pulling the spear over.
Li Zheng, in shock, hurriedly retreated several steps. When he raised his hand to check, a bit of skin had been scraped off his palm, painfully burning, though not as severe as a fractured arm, it was still intensely uncomfortable.
"Ha!"
Lightning surged over Lin Feng, channeling into his legs. Within seconds, the Five-Colored Xuan Poison Spider's spat-out mucus began to emit thin wisps of blue smoke.
"Puff puff."
