But now, Lin Ye was using the terrifying attack speed of a light staff to deal the devastating damage of a heavy club!
He could only rely on his combat instincts, frantically swinging his long spear to defend against the relentless storm of attacks.
One second.
Two seconds.
...
Five seconds later.
Dong Dongchen felt his world shrink until all that remained was the ever-expanding black shadow of the spear, a force he could no longer resist.
His defense was utterly shattered.
PFFT!
With a soft thud,
a cold spear tip pierced through his chest.
The world fell silent.
[You have been defeated! Better luck next time!]
The scene before him went black. Dong Dongchen had exited the Virtual Combat Space and returned to the Battle Hall.
He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently. Cold sweat soaked the bangs on his forehead.
The pressure...
