After using the ax twice in a row, Lu Wansong felt a dull pain in his chest. He knew that he had suffered from the backfire, but he couldn't care less now.
This young man was much more capable than he had expected. If he didn't do something now, he might fail miserably.
At this moment, Lu Wansong was no longer as confident as before. There was only intense fear and seriousness in his heart.
Facing the dark red ax, Lin Shen continued to deal with it with spiritual essence as usual.
A total of eighteen mouthfuls of spiritual essence shot out and hit the dark red ax. Although it was quickly crushed, the ax shrunk by more than half.
The remaining force landed on Lin Shen's body. Golden light flashed, effortlessly blocking the attack.
The corners of Lu Wansong's eyes twitched as he became even more envious.
