The silver-horned tiger roared in pain, becoming even more furious. No longer having time to continue attacking Zhao Yong, Zhao Yong was struck and sent flying. Enormous claws swept backward, aiming at the fierce dragon spear posture just drawn.
Realizing a gust of wind behind me, I sat on a dragon spear and then retreated. Then, with a sudden tremor in the air and a surge of energy, a blue shadow erupted once more.
"A thrust!"
Sparks flew, the massive claws of the silver-horned tiger slammed directly onto the barely stable spear tip, producing a jarring sound.
How sharp was the spear tip? Suddenly, the giant claw of the silver-horned tiger split into two parts. Yet wasn't the silver-horned tiger also a tremendously powerful strike? Sitting with the right arm numb, a massive force instantly struck his mouth, forcing him to slide back.
