Observing multiple ice spikes homing in on Qiong Hao's head simultaneously, Shi Lang urgently cried out, "I implore you, spare him!"
/This can't be happening. If Qiong Hao meets his end like this, our Mercenary Group's overall strength will unquestionably plummet even further./
Mercenary groups of the fifth tier like ours merely boasted seven or eight grand spiritual cultivators at level 12. Naturally, Shi Lang was vehemently averse to witnessing any of them meet an unjust demise here.
He swiftly unsheathed twin daggers from his belt and deftly positioned himself before Qiong Hao, successfully intercepting the oncoming ice spikes.
Qiao Mu's eyes gleamed with intensity as she flung several thunder spirit talismans that detonated above the pair's heads. Concurrently, she expertly launched a series of silver needles, each streaking through the air like flashes of light.
