Boom!
As the gold spear fell from the sky and clashed with the sky-reaching black cudgel, a violent storm instantly raged in the surrounding area for hundreds of feet, rapidly spreading in all directions.
"Hahaha, thrilling, absolutely thrilling!"
At the center of the storm, the Green Pupil Demon Ape's eyes glowed brightly like the stars of a bullfighter.
High in the sky, Zhuang Zijin, clad in a blue armor, reached out, and the golden lance that was knocked away instantly returned to his hand, like a god arriving.
"It seems like you came prepared this time."
His cold gaze swept over the Green Pupil Demon Ape and the Black Pupiled Demon Bull, and an indifferent tone without any emotion came from his mouth.
"Ten years ago, you survived through sheer luck. Today, you won't have that chance."
The eyes of the Black Pupiled Demon Bull, brimming with hatred and apprehension, stared at Zhuang Zijin.
It had fought with Zhuang Zijin dozens of times, initially with the upper hand.