The long spear was sharp, easily piercing through his flesh, from the chest to the back.
Zhang Wangxing felt intense pain, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he was excited.
He roared, gripping the spear shaft with both hands, pressing forward with his body pierced, still charging towards Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo's spear technique was inadequate, and he didn't know how to counterattack. In the next moment, the spear shaft moved Ning Zhuo, counterattacked on its own, violently shaking, and swung around in a circle.
Zhang Wangxing's wound was fiercely stirred by the spear shaft, instantly expanding several times, blood gushing out, the flesh mangled.
He exerted all his strength, making the bones move away, the flesh like mud pouring and covering the spear shaft, and with the cooperation of his Divine Sense, he exerted full suppression.
Ning Zhuo suddenly felt his connection with the long spear weakening.
