Long Ao's aura seeped into the stone wall.
Before Long Ao could react, an irresistible force erupted from the stone wall, lashing back at him directly.
Greatly alarmed, Long Ao had no idea what was happening, but he instinctively tried to defend himself.
Even so, Long Ao let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying backward, spitting up blood. If not for his Desolate Divine Body, he would have been a dead man.
He twisted in mid-air and forced himself to a stop, his expression grim as he stared at the stone wall before him.
Suppressing the waves of pain wracking his body, Long Ao asked in a heavy tone, "Long Fu, what in the world was that?"
Long Fu also sounded shaken, as if he hadn't anticipated such an event.
"Master, you are incredibly lucky. If you hadn't forged the Desolate Divine Body, you would have died just now."
Nodding, Long Ao was of course crystal clear on this point.
