In that instant, Mad Blade felt an icy chill at his throat, his skin breaking out in small goosebumps.
The killing intent of Big Spear cleaving through the air made his throat muscles deeply contract, leaving him unable to breathe.
Mad Blade shouted loudly, retreating with a backward leaping step like a Leopard.
However, the spear moved as fast as lightning, and it seemed that its tip was about to nail into Mad Blade's shoulder.
Yang Fei grabbed half a brick, using it as a shield, positioning it in front of Mad Blade.
Puh!
A muffled sound was heard, Yang Fei's arm shook like it was electrocuted, his entire skeleton trembling.
Yet, the brick in his hand exploded into pieces by the impact of Big Spear.
"Good!"
The old man's figure flashed over like a flying bird.
He grabbed the handle of Big Spear, pulled it back, and the spear shaft quivered.
In the air, a cold light flickered, the old man's spear created dozens of spear shadows.