Terrifying gusts of force raged in every direction, forcing Lu Feng to retreat again and again, his face turning deathly pale.
"Lu Feng, this time, you must die. Let's see whether you can withstand my Demon God Fist!"
An icy gleam shone in the War-Heaven Demon God's eyes as he stared coldly at Lu Feng and barked those words.
As soon as he finished speaking, the War-Heaven Demon God blurred into motion and lunged at Lu Feng, viciously thrusting the Lance in his hand at him.
No, dodge! This bastard is too strong. I can't block him at all! What should I do? Lu Feng's face was grave, and fighting spirit stirred in his heart, but he had no idea how to deal with this. By then, the War-Heaven Demon God's Lance was mere inches away from him.
Cold emanated from its sharp tip as it pierced the air with a shrill whistle.
Faced with this attack, Lu Feng's eyes filled with terror, and he had no thought of resisting at all. He knew perfectly well that he could never withstand such an assault. But he absolutely could not sit there and wait for death.
He could only take it head-on. If he did, perhaps he would still have a chance to survive. After all, he was still young, with plenty of time and plenty of chances to live. He refused to die just like this.
He absolutely refused to be someone who achieved nothing and was trampled underfoot.
A minor figure who could be replaced at any moment-he had to become a hero who stood tall between heaven and earth. Even if he died, his death had to shake the heavens!
Come on, come on! Even if I die, I'll drag someone down with me!
With that thought, Lu