Like a wounded predator, Zhang Fengxi lunged, his fury a feral roar. The First Demon King, a cruel smile twisting his lips, met the charge head-on.
The Three Realm Spear and the Silver Yin Sword clashed against each other in a series of hits, sending bright sparks raining down onto the battling combatants. Zhang Fengxi fought valiantly, but every attack sapped his strength, making it increasingly difficult to even hold the spear.
Defeating the First Demon King seemed impossible at this point. All Zhang Fengxi could do was stall the fight as long as possible, giving Wu Shenxia, Jiang Muchen, Bai Ling, and Huang Taichen a chance to reverse the tide of the battle.
"Pathetic," the First Demon King commented with glee. "It feels like fighting a tiger cub. I almost feel sorry for you, Supreme General."
"Shut up," Zhang Fengxi hissed through ragged breaths as he sent another fireball wheezing past the First Demon King's head. "You talk too much."