Lin Donghui's figure rippled up, and fireballs already burst forth from Brilliance, bombarding the dodging spikes.
Liu Feng was the most agile; his speed was astonishing. He always managed to find leverage on the stone spikes, tapping them lightly, as they emerged less swiftly than his own movements along the cliff face. At the same time, he was pulling on the Bluesilver Grass, giving Lan Xuanyu a lift.
The group remained composed in the face of the stone spike attacks, calmly responding to them.
At this point, they were about a hundred meters away from the mountain peak, but around three hundred meters from the ground.
"Madman, up." Lan Xuanyu ordered solemnly.
The stone spikes continued to shatter under their assault but kept surging forward. After a brief period of adaptation, these spikes were hardly a threat to them anymore.
