"Clang, clang, clang!"
In an instant, sparks flew as spear and lance intertwined, dancing and spinning. Old Hei forcefully deflected Ye Mingqiu's attack, creating a slight distance as he furrowed his brow.
Something is off!
This guy is very unusual!
As a powerhouse skilled in technique, Old Hei could clearly sense the dissonance emanating from Ye Mingqiu. Although he could perfectly block his attacks, he couldn't launch a strong enough effective counterattack, indicating a significant disparity between his technique and judgment.
What about this?
Old Hei advanced once more, the Black Gold Long Spear carving a dark shadow. He interwove openings within his attack, fixating on the reaction of the Divine Monarch, his nerves stretched to their limits.
Because he had a theory, a hypothesis so bold it made him feel a twinge of fear.
"Clang!"
