This is my spearhead!
Seeing the wound on his chest, the Qing-pao man's heart suddenly realized something.
He was wearing a set of Golden Silk Armor close to his body, capable of exempting all weapon damage below Profound Soldiers, and also weakening the power exerted on him, serving as a good defense.
However, what pierced through the chest of the Qing-pao man was precisely the spearhead of the Profound Soldier Long Spear he had just lost!
The Golden Silk Armor couldn't block it at all.
A hint of a bitter smile appeared on the Qing-pao man's face.
He wondered, if he hadn't fled with disregard for his dignity, but fought to the death with Zhang Yuan alongside his subordinates on the Tower Ship,
Would there still be a glimmer of hope?
If a martial artist loses the courage and will to fight, he is no better than a defeated dog in water.
A single spearhead can easily take a life!
The Qing-pao man exhaled his last breath, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
