Shen Feng struggled to stand up, the triangular military spike in his hand trembling slightly, clearly unable to hold on any longer.
Yet he still bravely blocked Long Xia's side. If Shen Feng fell, Long Xia would struggle alone, and both would surely die here.
The horned freak slowly walked over to him, staring at Shen Feng faintly.
"Remember this face, don't ever run into me in your next life."
He gritted his teeth, revealing a terrifying smile, and then launched a kick at Shen Feng's abdomen.
Shen Feng swayed, dodging his leg, and hurled himself toward him in a roll.
Half-kneeling on the ground, the triangular military spike accurately pierced the horned freak's abdomen.
The horned freak chuckled, grabbed Shen Feng's wrist with his left hand and easily twisted the spike back, aiming it at Shen Feng's throat.
Shen Feng used all his strength to resist, but the spike still slowly inched toward his throat.
