In Shi Ju's hand, the folding fan opened and closed intermittently, strands of golden flames emanating, ready to strike at any moment.
High in the Nine Heavens, the White Eagle let out a continuous screech, glaring intently at Luo Chen.
It still remembered that this person had absorbed a large amount of Spirit Mechanism and had severely wounded its body with a single sword strike.
Behind, the forces of the Ancient Plains and Lin Bufan watched the scene quietly, as if they were merely bystanders.
Yet, judging from the restlessness of their respective Protectors, it was clear they would not stand idly by.
"This time, he's in the open, without the opportunity to secretly accumulate power for that sword. Can he withstand the attacks of Shi Ju and the three others?"
"He's in the midst of a Sudden Enlightenment, with no strength to retaliate!"
This conversation came from the mouths of Gu Lin and another.
The mountain peak.
