"Clang!"
Yue Feng's disappeared Star Weapon Spear reappeared, blocking Lin Zhen's sword. Then, he rolled out from under Lin Zhen's feet.
"Hmph! I knew you weren't dead. What are you playing at? You think I'd give you a chance?" Lin Zhen sneered and slowly approached with his sword in hand. Even if Yue Feng wasn't dead, there was no way he could turn the situation around at this point.
At this moment, another rumble of thunder echoed through the sky, and a torrential downpour started.
Yue Feng sat up in the rain, looking extremely miserable. When Lin Zhen stomped down earlier, Yue Feng's shoulder shook, pushing his armor up a bit to block Lin Zhen's foot. However, his face was a mess.
His entire face was full of wounds from the wood chips, one of his eyes might be blinded, his nose was sunken in, and several of his teeth had fallen out. His face was covered in blood, and as the rain soaked his hair, he looked unbelievably pitiful.