"Swish—"
Blood flew in the air.
Nangong Feilong staggered backward in a somewhat disheveled state, his expression grim, but the look in his eyes as he gazed at Luo Huangquan carried an unprecedented weight.
"Late Stage of Great Success Earth Immortal!"
Only these words came from Nangong Feilong, spoken in a manner that seemed to grit his teeth.
Yet, even before he could speak again, a sharp and whooshing gust of force had already 'closed in' on his neck once more!
"Bang—"
A shield suddenly shattered explosively in front of Nangong Feilong, causing his body to awkwardly fly back once again.
In the air, intertwining streaks of dark light formed a dense assassination net.
The stifling coldness made Nangong Feilong, suspended in midair, narrow his eyes deeply.
He raised his hand and pointed into the void before him, erecting a series of barriers like curtains of light, forming a tight shield around him.
