Facing Wu San's spear, Chen Feng did not dodge.
He raised his hand to catch the war spear forcefully, but suppressed his Mana to the extreme.
Boom.
Flesh met war spear, sparking golden flashes.
Then, Chen Feng pretended to gasp in pain and retreated, blood seeping from his palm.
Of course, this was all a ruse to confuse Wu San.
Seeing Chen Feng repelled by his attack, Wu San roared with overconfidence, "Brothers, follow me and kill him."
"Kill."
"Kill him."
"Avenge General Mu."
Everyone seemed to have gone mad, chasing after Chen Feng.
Chen Feng engaged with the dense crowd, his exquisite movement technique on full display as he darted around like a gust of wind.
In the blink of an eye, another ten minutes had passed.
Chen Feng knew he had delayed enough.
If he continued, his cover would be blown.
Immediately, Chen Feng put on an Oscar-worthy performance, continually taking hits.
"He can't hold on much longer, kill him."
Wu San bellowed.
