At this moment, his speed had more than doubled, perhaps even tripled from before—the velocity had reached the realm of absolute sound speed.
Ordinary people couldn't even dream of catching sight of their foe, let alone land a hit, and would likely be pierced through before they knew it.
Densely packed spikes plunged towards Lin Xin with a velocity even swifter than Wusheng's movements.
If hit by this attack, even with Lin Xin's robust recovery abilities, his head would burst instantaneously, leaving him undeniably dead.
"So that's how it is." Lin Xin's figure abruptly shot backward, moving at breakneck speed, matching the explosive velocity at which the spikes descended.
Wusheng's expression changed as he used all his strength to forcefully accelerate the descent.
The two retreated at a speed invisible to the naked eye, with the spikes always remaining a finger's breadth from Lin Xin's face, yet never quite managing to strike.
