"Screech—"
The moment the silver-haired man made his move, it seemed as if a blinding flash of lightning suddenly streaked between him and Lu Yuan.
The brilliance of this lightning was so dazzling that even Lu Yuan's vision was slightly affected.
His eyes squinted slightly, but the eyeballs on his shoulder and chest suddenly widened, responding purely on instinct.
Lu Yuan unleashed all eight arms, as if eight blood-red giant serpents were simultaneously reaching out in the void.
With a thunderous boom, they directly bit onto the lightning.
The silver-haired man's figure emerged.
He was positioned above Lu Yuan's head, holding a Diamond Spear. The spear pierced through the palms of four ferocious blood claws, leaving barely an inch between it and the vertical mark on Lu Yuan's forehead, yet was pinched tightly by the other four blood-red claws.
Despite the four palms being pierced, Lu Yuan's face showed no expression.
