Fang Lin furrowed his brow, indeed not expecting to be injured by Ying Tianzheng. Although it was merely a superficial wound on the tip of his finger, it was a true injury to the present Fang Lin.
"It seems this spear is out of the ordinary; even my True Dragon Indestructible Body can't completely block it," Fang Lin muttered to himself in his heart, not feeling too surprised. After all, this guy was the Crown Prince of Qing Nation; it would be inconceivable if he didn't possess one or two exceptional weapons at his disposal.
Ying Tianzheng stood as if his feet were rooted to the ground, with a very steady stance. The spear in his hand traced an arc, aiming at various places on Fang Lin's body.
The spearhead kept changing its trajectory. In an instant, countless spear tips appeared before Fang Lin's eyes, as if hundreds of long spears were attacking him simultaneously.
