After this exchange, Wu Jianzhang still wore a teasing smile, but the web between his thumb and forefinger trembled slightly and had even gone numb. His arm was unbearably sore and numb as well, and for a moment, he could barely muster any more strength. The way he forced himself to hold on looked utterly miserable.
"Is that all you've got? And you dare compare yourself to me?
In the end, you still fall just a tiny bit short."
Qin Jiuge looked at him and could not help rolling his eyes.
Wu Jianzhang had only barely managed to trade a blow with him by forcing himself to endure. If they went for a few more rounds, Qin Jiuge was fully confident he could blow him apart outright.
Someone like this deserved to die. He insisted on putting up a front, puffing himself up after slapping his own face, making a complete spectacle of himself.
Qin Jiuge sneered. The Lightning Spear in his hand traced arcs of chilling light as threads of lightning power coursed over it. Anyone could sense the gap in strength between them.
Boom.
Another thunderous blast rang out. Qin Jiuge swung the Lightning Spear in his hand in a wide arc, while the Thunder Dragons around him roared without end. Purple-gold lightning condensed into a colossal dragon.
In but an instant, it shattered Wu Jianzhang's attacks in their entirety.
Wu Jianzhang, who stood at the forefront, immediately let out a muffled groan. He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbling several steps back as blood surged in his chest, leaving him with suffering he could not voice.
Seeing this, Qin Jiuge smiled faintly and pressed forward step by step. "What? Can't hold on already? The famed creatures of the Yao Realm only have this much skill?"