"I will make you wish you were dead!"
The voice was like thunder shaking the heavens, vast and mighty.
Even though the voice sounded like it was coming from a considerable distance, its sheer Momentum was enough to make many powerhouses' legs turn to jelly.
Hong Yu's movement faltered for a moment, causing his trajectory to stray and miss piercing Hua Feihua's heart.
Of course, the strike did not miss entirely!
"PSH!"
Hong Yu's spear shot past. A flash of silver light, a spray of crimson, and it had pierced through Hua Feihua's shoulder.
"AARGH!"
Hua Feihua screamed and collapsed to the ground.
He was like a turtle.
When he had his shell—that is, when his Spiritual Attacks were effective—he feared not even a Late Stage Earth Soul Realm Powerhouse. But if his Spiritual Attacks failed, he was a turtle without a shell, his soft body exposed for anyone to crush.
This illustrated a simple truth: the heavens are fair.
