"Hmm?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was somewhat surprised that he hadn't noticed the presence of a strong figure nearby.
Given his current strength, he should have at least sensed someone in the God Realm.
There was something eerie about this situation, but with danger looming, he didn't have time to think it over.
Without hesitation, his other hand clenched into a fist.
"Boom."
He unleashed a fierce punch towards the black whip.
Strangely enough, the golden-haired red-clad woman's whip seemed like a human spine, formed by countless joints. Once swung out, it transformed into a long spear.
Moreover, it could freely extend and retract.
At this moment, it reached thirty to forty meters long, with a sharp inverted cone spike at the tip, aiming directly at Zhang Xiaoshan's throat.
At a distance of about two meters from Zhang Xiaoshan, it clashed with his Flame Fist Power.
