Creaaaaak! Creaaaaak! Creaaaaak!
As a dazzling bolt of lightning flashed across the arena, the timid female team members in the audience had already closed their eyes, not daring to witness what happened next. When they reopened their eyes at the urging of their companions, the scene they dreaded—Pei Yan being pierced through the throat by the spear—did not appear. The spear was caught by Pei Yan's chin and was unable to advance even a fraction.
The grating sound of the spearhead scraping against the mechanical armor was especially jarring on the battlefield. Ivan gripped the spear tightly, his face flushed with determination, using all his strength to pierce through Pei Yan's throat, yet success eluded him.
"Ivan, are you useless? You can't even accomplish this!" Di Xin cursed as he saw the stalemate and clapped his hands together, preparing to assist.
"Fool! Don't release your hold on Pei Yan!"
