Facing the Battle Intent emanating from the Bone Spear, Lin Yun clenched his teeth. The Battle Intent, sharp as a blade, had already sliced several gashes into his clothes, and blood slowly trickled from the wounds.
'I refuse to believe I can't make you submit.' With a low shout, Lin Yun pushed his own Battle Intent to its absolute limit. Although it was far weaker than the Bone Spear's, he had no intention of giving up.
"Hurry and help him!" Standing in the distance, Chen Xin was deeply worried. The number of wounds on Lin Yun's body was increasing. Seeing Little Ape leaning nonchalantly to one side, Chen Xin complained.
Hearing this, Little Ape just let out two low growls, showing no intention of stepping forward to help. To subdue the Bone Spear, Lin Yun had to rely on his own strength. It would be useless for Little Ape to intervene.
Unable to help, Chen Xin could only fret anxiously from the sidelines.
