On one side was a Blood Battle Sect expert clad in blood armor and wielding a long spear with the power to shatter the void.
The clash of fists and spear caused ripples in the void, dispersing black cracks.
The 1,000-foot space around the two of them seemed like a spider's web, ready to shatter at any moment.
They had gathered their power, suppressing it within a 10,000-foot radius, as the overwhelming power within that range was too turbulent.
"Kill!"
The Blood Battle Sect expert holding the spear sensed the arrival of Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu. With a low shout, he swung his long spear fiercely at the iron armored warrior in front of him.
The burly man lowered his waist slightly and threw a punch.
"Clang—"
Indeed, living up to its name, the iron armor resounded crisply as the fist collided with the spear.
With the force of this strike, the Blood Battle Sect expert retreated 100 feet, then suddenly swept his spear sideways.
