Zhao Duanghai's Iron Spear tore a bloody path through the chaotic battle, its tip piercing the throats of three Heavy Armored Infantrymen.
Just as he was about to send a fourth Tower Shield flying, the cold gleam of a Battle Axe hacked toward his face.
The instant he blocked the blow with the shaft of his spear, the green bricks beneath his feet exploded into dust. His knee joints made a cringe-inducing grinding sound under the immense pressure.
"Courting death!"
Tuoba Lie suddenly sank his waist and dropped his stance, changing the force of his axe from a chop to a drag. Zhao Duanghai was pulled stumbling forward, his spear shaft scraping a shower of sparks from the blood groove of the Battle Axe.
An instant later, before Zhao Duanghai could recover his balance, Tuoba Lie's Giant Axe came crashing down.
Looking at Zhao Duanghai, whom he had just cleaved in two, Tuoba Lie let out a disdainful sneer.
"A mere Blood Exchange Realm warrior dares…"
