To Huo Xianlai, Zhang Tie and the spiked club in his hands were a nightmare. Under that overwhelming strength, the club's heavy blows and armor-piercing effects drove Huo Xianlai's Battle Qi to the brink of collapse almost every time.
But to Zhang Tie, Huo Xianlai was the first opponent he had encountered since entering the Sky-Piercing Realm with whom he could truly have a great battle.
At first, Zhang Tie was excited. The spiked club in his hand had long been thirsting for blood, eager to drink deep of an enemy's flesh and blood. Yet after only a short while, the excitement in Zhang Tie's heart gradually ebbed away.
It was not that Zhang Tie had lost his passion for battle. Rather, he had suddenly realized that the Sky Knight before him could no longer make him feel much excitement in a fight like this.
To other divine generals, Huo Xianlai was very strong, but to Zhang Tie, Huo Xianlai did not even qualify as a decent sparring partner.
This was no longer the banks of the Wei River, but the Sky-Piercing Realm. The strength of Sky-level experts had not changed. In terms of raw power, Huo Xianlai was no weaker than the Devil Race Sky Knight Zhang Tie had killed first back then. But Zhang Tie had changed—he had become stronger. Thus, this former powerhouse was, in Zhang Tie's eyes, merely so-so.
To Zhang Tie, fighting Huo Xianlai was little more than a warm-up.
Once the warm-up was over, Zhang Tie had no time to waste any longer. With a shout of "Go!", he gave the inch-force attack of Kinetic Strike a small trial. The more than 4,000-kilogram spiked club traded offense for defense, once again smashing apart Huo Xianlai's attack before slamming into his protective Battle Qi. Terrifying