Tao Shiming was in a panic. At this point, it was already too late to retreat. He had no choice but to muster up his courage and fill in for Tang Jia and Junior Brother Gu's absence.
However, in terms of the abundance of mystic force, how could he compare with Lu Mingshu? Not to mention that his previous storm-like offensive had exhausted him greatly, and Lu Mingshu had hardly expended any energy. Even if both were at their initial levels, Lu Mingshu's mystic force would still be at least twice as strong as his.
"You're destined to lose!" Lu Mingshu once again spat out this phrase with contempt, fueling Tao Shiming's rage to its peak.
Mystic force erupted as he found himself in a do-or-die situation.
"Senior Brother, no!" Tang Jia saw his predicament and screamed in terror.
But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.
