"Huff..." Zheng Yichen tossed away the heavy-duty battle saber in his hand and looked at the slight burn on his palm, this weapon had a recognition function, and it became hot to the touch as soon as he grabbed it.
After dropping the weapon, his hands quickly returned to normal, and a new black spear appeared in his hands. The heavy armor warrior who had been drained of a considerable amount of blood, but not yet dead, was dumbfounded.
He wanted to say something, but the black spear in front of his chest was kicked away by Zheng Yichen, flying out and nailing another heavy armor warrior. The energy film around Zheng Yichen's body turned back to pale red, and to him in that state, the heavy armor warrior, weighing over a ton, was like a child.
The strikes of the black spear wouldn't send them flying... they'd go right through.
