"Boom boom boom—"
"Bang bang bang—"
"Clang clang clang—"
The violent explosions completely swallowed Lu Yijiang and the other two. The center looked like the heart of a world-ending cataclysm, filled with rampant berserk energy and utter chaos.
The twenty-eight kings worried that the three Berserkers had been killed just like that.
Putting themselves in their shoes, none of them could have survived such an attack unscathed.
After a short while, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing three upright figures at the center of the bombardment.
All twenty-eight kings froze. "What? They're fine? The key is that not even a thread of their clothes was damaged..."
Chrysanthemum Gold Spear! A tall figure suddenly appeared before Lu Yijiang, carrying unparalleled might as he thrust his spear at Lu Yijiang's throat.
It was Laville, the new Troll King.
He had chosen the instant when everyone was lost in thought to launch a surprise attack.
The moment Laville thrust his spear into Lu Yijiang's throat, the corner of his mouth could not help but curl upward. "Got him!"
He did not believe anyone could block this fully charged thrust. In fact, no one struck by it had ever been able to withstand it. Even the strongest old Troll God King he had encountered in the past had perished beneath this very strike.
He believed this time would be no exception!
As for whether that thrust would kill his opponent outright, he was not worried in the slightest. He possessed numerous healing methods. After piercing through his opponent's throat and cervical spine, rendering him unable to fight, he would preserve the man's life.
"Clang!"
With a crisp ring, Laville's spear was actually stopped by his opponent's throat, as though it had struck a thick steel plate.
No—even with his strength, he could pierce through