Not wanting any more surprises, Hai Zhan could not be bothered to waste words on the two men in black. His jet-black Spear spun ceaselessly in the air as he swung the plank bearing the blood-written character straight at them. He seized one of them and battered his face, a single blow leaving half of it a bloody mess.
"Feng Zhen, save me!"
Caught off guard by Hai Zhan's plank smashing into his face, the man in black felt as though a heavy hammer had struck a drum, stars bursting before his eyes. Another blow left him dazed. His massive body lurched backward, only to take another blow to the back of his head.
Seeing this, the other man in black swung his sword to the rescue. Hai Zhan caught the Spear and hurled it fiercely, while the blood-lettered plank in his hand flew out like a blade. The man twisted his massive body, dodging the Spear's thrust, only to meet the oncoming plank head-on. Like a spinning wooden blade, it sliced his enormous head clean off with a wet thud.
The man in black who had taken several blows glanced over sharply, terror showing through his blood-smeared face. No longer daring to fight, he abruptly shrank his body and raised a hand to tear open the void and escape through Spatial Shift.
"You dared attack the Haibei Tribe? Then don't dream of leaving alive!"
Just as the man in black was about to dart into the void, Hai Zhan caught him by one leg and hauled him back out. Bending his arm, he drove an elbow down and shattered the man's spine. The man crashed facedown with a boom, smashing a deep pit into the ground. Blood spilled from his mouth as his body lay paralyzed inside. He struggled