"Vajra Talisman!" Song Zidong shouted.
CLANG!
Golden radiance burst forth!
The Vajra Talisman displayed its might, blocking the attack, but Song Zidong was still sent flying backward.
"Monster!"
Song Zidong's expression was one of terror. Blood surged, and fresh blood spilled from his mouth.
"Your senior brother has run off, yet you have the guts to stay," Wen Zhixing said, suddenly glancing behind Song Zidong with a chuckle.
"Run off?"
Song Zidong was startled. Turning his head, he saw that She Zhihong had already dashed far away.
"She..."
His eyes suddenly widened.
I'm fighting for my life, and you damn coward ran away?
"Junior Brother, hold on for a while! With your talismans, he can't kill you—he doesn't seem able to fly!" She Zhihong's figure flickered as he continuously formed hand seals.
He had noticed this problem right away.
Thus, he had always stayed on the periphery of the battlefield.
"Can't fly?"
