The eight spider lances, wrapped in black-red evil energy, stabbed toward Lin Ye at once, moving so fast they left streaks of afterimages in the air.
Yet Lin Ye neither retreated nor dodged. He tightened his grip on the Fire-Tipped Spear and thrust straight ahead.
That thrust did not appear particularly fast, but the path of its tip through the air carried an unshakable certainty that it could not be avoided.
It pierced precisely through the gaps woven by the Eight Spider Lances and plunged straight into Huo Yuhao's shoulder blade.
The golden-red spear tip protruded from behind his shoulder, trailing a wisp of scorched smoke.
Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted sharply. His whole body seemed nailed in place by that spear, and the Eight Spider Lances trembled out of control for an instant. "How is this possible..."
He lowered his head and stared at the spear tip that had pierced through his shoulder, his voice filled with blank bewilderment at something utterly beyond his expectations.
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Ye pulled the Fire-Tipped Spear from Huo Yuhao's shoulder, drawing out a burst of searing smoke.
Huo Yuhao dropped to his knees, one hand braced against the ground while the other clutched his bleeding shoulder. Veins bulged on his forehead as he forced out a word through gritted teeth. "You..."
Lin Ye lowered the spear tip toward the ground and glanced at Huo Yuhao kneeling there, his tone as calm as if he had merely done something convenient.
"Huo Yuhao, I spared your life because you're still useful."
He knew perfectly well—this brat Huo Yuhao still had a use in the God Realm. He would be perfect for sickening Tang San.
He wondered what kind of mess that old bastard Yu Xiaogang was making in the God Realm