In Dongfang Zhen's estimation, if Lin Ye chose not to block, this single strike would be enough to decide the match on the spot.
And if he did block, Dongfang Zhen was absolutely confident he could send the spear flying from Lin Ye's hands—or even shatter it on the spot!
After all, the halberd in his hands was a Divine Weapon forged for the battlefield!
However, just as the halberd's blade was about to touch the space between Lin Ye's eyebrows, Dongfang Zhen's heart leaped. A chilling sense of dread washed over him.
'Something's wrong!'
The halberd plunged downward, but there was none of the expected resistance of piercing flesh.
There wasn't even the sensation of weapons clashing.
There was only the awful, strength-sapping feeling of throwing a full-force punch and hitting nothing but air!
At the same time, the figure of Lin Ye before him became illusory and transparent, like a bubble about to pop.
In the spectators' stands, Yin Liulan's gaze sharpened.
