Hong Wentai leaped with his spear, quickly blocking Wang Longhu, his hands vibrating fiercely, the iron spear in his hands instantly quivering out, directly piercing toward Nalan Lei's foot.
He understood clearly that at this moment, he absolutely couldn't let Nalan Lei interfere with Wang Longhu, even if it cost him his life, he had to buy a few precious seconds of respite for Wang Longhu.
Seeing the spearhead about to penetrate his foot, Nalan Lei sneered disdainfully, hooking the spear with his instep and pressing it down, transferring his entire body weight onto the spear, making it sink into the ground so Hong Wentai couldn't lift it.
Nalan Lei seized the opportunity, pointing out with two fingers, aiming straight for Hong Wentai's throat.
This seemingly light and formless strike made Hong Wentai feel like a sharp sword was slicing toward him, even parting the rain curtain with its force.
A closer look revealed all the raindrops were dispersed by Nalan Lei's finger force.
