The spikes beneath the ground kept attacking relentlessly.
For a moment, within the massive prison of numerous bars, Ling Xiao found himself without a foothold; as soon as he neared the ground, terrifying spikes would shoot out from the earth.
This must undoubtedly be the power of the Iron Pine Martial Soul; it seemed a bit tricky.
"Hmph, I need to take back my previous words. I thought you could provide me with some entertainment, but now it seems you're nothing special after all. I might have overestimated you. With your little strength, daring to oppose Meng Yuan, you're simply courting death!"
Iron Pine snorted coldly, releasing even more True Essence, causing the spikes on the ground to appear not singly but in twos and threes, and even four at a time.
Several bloody marks had already appeared on Ling Xiao's body.
Though none of these wounds were severe.
However, in the continuous slaughter games over several days, this was the first time he had been injured.
