He looked up and saw a passage where Ling Feng was rushing out with a figure on his back, wielding a long spear, quickly sending catfish demon kings flying in front of him.
The spear shadows were dense.
The power was surging.
Like a primordial beast, with an unstoppable force, it charged towards him. The swarm of catfish demon kings that were eager to tear him apart were instantly distracted.
But before they could make any noise towards Ling Feng.
Ling Feng darted through them with a lightning-fast speed, where he passed, blood arrows shot out, and spear shadows rained down like a storm from Ling Feng's hands.
All the catfish demon kings fell one after another.
"This..."
Old Deng's eyes widened.
He saw that each catfish demon king was killed with one spear.
Ling Feng's spear technique seemed to have reached a new level, understanding the second layer of spear momentum, follower.
But why was the second layer of power so swift?
