The spear passed just by his ear, narrowly avoiding a direct hit.
Xu Zimei's figure appeared wobbly and unsteady, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.
"Spear • Triple Kill," Chang Ruofeng let out another cold snort, and the speed of the spear in his hand increased rapidly, almost splitting its afterimages into three.
Xu Zimei's figure swayed once more, and, in a moment of carelessness, he fell to the ground, narrowly dodging the strike again.
As Xu Zimei continued to avoid attacks, one after another, getting closer to himself.
Chang Ruofeng couldn't help to become frustrated and angry, as his surrounding aura of the Heaven Phenomenon enveloped him once more.
The spear returned to his hand and suddenly plunged into the ground.
Due to the excessive hardness of the floor, the spear kept spinning in the air.
An intent of the spear began converging around, and a sharp momentum slowly gathered at the tip of the spear.
