One could say that the advantage of a weapon longer by an inch and stronger by an inch had been pushed to its limits!
Despite Yang Ge's Innate Divine Strength and bones far stronger than those of ordinary men, the force from his opponent's spear left his arms numb, nearly wrenching the cold moon saber from his grasp!
Seeing the opportunity as ripe and similarly numbed by the recoiling force of the great spear, almost losing grip on it, Xiang Wudi gritted his teeth and leapt into the air, spear and body as one, shouting, "Hate the Ringless Land!"
In an instant, the terrifying burst of spear light felt like looking up from the bottom of a valley directly at a waterfall cascading down three thousand feet— the shiver of dread sweeping through the body in a flash.
Yang Ge had no time to think, and in haste, unleashed his strongest strike with all his True Qi.
