"Hahaha, everyone, look! This kid actually wants to stop us. How laughable! Brothers, show him with your actions just how stupid he is!"
At that moment, one of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders charged out, his iron spear sweeping through the air. With one thrust, he created the phantom of a blood-red battlefield. This was his spear intent, crushing down on the spot. At this very moment, he was the god of war upon the battlefield.
Boom!
With a single thrust, that rider shattered Sun Zishi's fist force completely. The gap between them was simply too great. Although Sun Zishi had already reached the peak of the Celestial Realm Third Stage, any one of these Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders had reached the peak of the Celestial Realm Fourth Stage.
Compared to them, he was as far apart as heaven and earth.
Boom!
The terrifying force slammed directly into Sun Zishi. He was sent staggering back again and again by that immense power, gliding uncontrollably through the air.
Pfft!
Sun Zishi spat out a mouthful of blood. He was no match for his opponent, yet his gaze only grew firmer.
"Run, Qing Luo, run!" he shouted.
"Senior Brother, watch out!" Qing Luo had no time to react and could only cry out in alarm.
"Trying to run? It's already too late!" The rider's words reached Sun Zishi's ears through the air, but all he had time to feel was intense pain spreading through his body. An iron spear had already pierced straight through him. Before him was the rider's mocking face. Somehow, he had already rushed right up to him.
Yet Sun Zishi had not noticed him at all!
"Overestimating yourself. You think someone like you can stop us?" The rider sneered, and the iron spear began to spin