Tyrannical Strength

Ding! Whoosh! Ding!

Shi Lang continued his assault on Wu Zao relentlessly, but Wu Zao would always manage to block or deflect the attack.

However, Wu Zao was also unable to close their distance, much less reach Shi Lang to attack him.

"Ha!" Shi Lang suddenly took a large step forward while thrusting his spear, taking Wu Zao by surprise.

"Not bad!"

Wu Zao twisted his body in an odd manner, barely dodging the strike.

After dodging, Wu Zao grabbed Shi Lang's spear with his bare hands, before pulling Shi Lang towards him.

'What incredible strength!'

Shi Lang struggled to retrieve his spear, but he also didn't want to let go of his spear— he couldn't, or that would spell the end for him.

However, that meant Wu Zao could finally reach him.

Seeing that Shi Lang didn't let go of his spear, Wu Zao immediately stepped forward and swung his fan at Shi Lang, who used his other hand to block the fan.