Yang Zhenshan stood high above, his voice cold as he said, "You've lost!"
Though Yang Zhenshan's face bore a look of indifference, his heart was actually filled with lingering fear.
Damn, that was close to having my guts spilled.
Had his reaction been slightly slower, his abdomen would have sustained at least a significant wound. With Meng Temu's strength, his mountain-pattern armor definitely wouldn't have held.
Meng Temu's murky eyes flickered, his complexion both pale and gloomy.
He was still gasping heavily, the prolonged battle having taken a severe toll on his stamina, especially since he was a man past his prime.
Yet, his heart was still unwilling to accept defeat!
I cannot lose!
At this moment, this was the only thought in his mind!
The next moment, he suddenly reached out to push away the spear in front of his chest. However, the moment his hand touched the spear point, Yang Zhenshan did not hesitate to thrust the spearhead into his chest.
