"Boom..."
It was as if a thunderstorm crashed in his ears, the reverberations echoing far away.
Black Wolf's wrists, swirling with blade frenzy, were out of control, dislocated and shattered...
The Tusk Dual Sabers spun away with a whoosh, flying away by his side.
One of them embedded itself in a tree trunk, while the other buried itself in the soil, the handles almost invisible.
Despair filled his eyes as he looked at the steel spear's tail, which bent like noodles into an eerie arc and then rebounded, carrying a fierce wind as it struck down.
His body was so weak and limp that he couldn't muster the strength to dodge.
Crack!
It was like smashing a rotten watermelon.
Chen Ping casually retrieved his spear, glancing at the red and white residue staining the handle, and disdainfully discarded the Leopard Assault Spear.
Taking a few steps forward, he picked up the Tusk Dual Sabers that had been knocked away.
