The first strike went so smoothly that when the black spike in his hand closed to within a few feet of Zhang Tie's body, even the Winged Devil prince could not help but feel a surge of delight—Zhang Tie had not even released his protective Battle Qi. He was simply courting death.
The black spike in the devil prince's hand was no ordinary weapon, but a powerful earth-tier divine outfit—a Golden Secret Treasure. It looked inconspicuous, yet it could effortlessly pierce divine armored gear. Flesh and blood were even less capable of resisting it. Beyond piercing its target, the black spike possessed other formidable abilities: it could weaken whoever it pierced, drain the target's blood and vitality energy, and transfer that energy into its wielder as replenishment.
In a battle like this, once the opponent bled, the subsequent fight would become one side growing stronger with every exchange while the other steadily weakened.
Having just slain Ye Guyu and the Lanling King, the Winged Devil prince was not, as others imagined, in need of rest or even a moment to catch his breath. On the contrary, he was at the very peak of his condition. At this moment, he was even more powerful than he had been after killing Ye Guyu and the Lanling King.
The black spike was aimed at Zhang Tie's vulnerable neck and throat. Only at the instant it was about to touch him did the Winged Devil prince see a strange smile on Zhang Tie's face.
Had the Winged Devil prince fought Zhang Tie in the Infinite Divine Prison, he would never have been pleased by Zhang Tie's failure to release protective Battle Qi. Nor would he have so easily approached Zhang Tie, rashly shortening the distance between them to engage in close combat. That was