"Bang, bang, bang..."
Like sudden rain battering banana leaves, the sounds rang out in rapid succession.
Countless black needles slammed into a black umbrella.
The needles shattered one after another, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into nothing.
Yet the black umbrella remained utterly unmoved.
Song Wen stood beneath the umbrella, a faint smile on his lips.
"Shi Lei, Kang Shi, you went to such lengths to lure me here. Is this all you can do?"
As he spoke, a spear more than ten feet long abruptly appeared and shot through the air.
Kang Shi's eyes suddenly widened, filled with terror.
There were only thirty yards between him and Song Wen, and he had been poisoned by some unknown toxin. His spiritual power circulated sluggishly, leaving his entire body limp and weak.
One glance told him that the spear was a low-grade spirit treasure.
In his current feeble state, there was no way he could withstand a single blow from it.
At the brink of life and death, Kang Shi was naturally unwilling to await his doom.
He hurriedly summoned a shield and poured every ounce of his spiritual power into it, hoping to seize a sliver of survival.
However, his spiritual power moved too sluggishly. The shield was like a dead object, showing no reaction at all.
Just as Kang Shi fell into despair, he discovered that the spear was not attacking him, but shooting toward the forest below.
He immediately understood what his opponent intended.
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
Five desperate cries rang out from different locations within the forest below.
The next moment.
The black needles filling the sky vanished, and the black barrier collapsed along with them.
The Chasing Sun Spear streaked back through the air. Following behind it were five corpses whose dantians had