"Kill!"
Meanwhile, Yang Zhenlin's scythe also arrived, the blade tracing a silver streak as it swiftly cut towards Zhong Yue's waist.
Zhong Yue's heart skipped a beat. As his whole body tensed, the glow of inner strength protecting his body appeared.
Poof!
The blade easily sliced through the layer of inner strength protection, then harshly slashed at his waist.
"Screech!"
It was as if it was cutting through cowhide, producing a harsh, grating sound. This slash only left a white mark on his waist and couldn't even penetrate the flesh.
"Damn, not only is he a third-class expert, but his body's defense power is unmatched, completely impervious to blades and spears…"
Yang Zhenlin's face turned pale, and a scream of panic echoed in his heart.
When he heard that Zhong Yue was a third-class expert, he knew the situation was hopeless. However, this kind of terrifying defensive power still made him feel utter despair.
