Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Many metal spikes that could cover the whole place pierced through the air and shot toward Meng Lei at lightning-quick speed. They reached right in front of Meng Lei in an instant, seemingly wanting to stab so many holes into him that he'd turn into a sieve.
There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to dodge, so he could only take them on head-on.
"Piece of cake!"
Meng Lei shook his head lightly. With a mere thought, Earth Guardian's Saintly Armor quietly manifested.
Then, while facing the whole sky of spikes, Meng Lei charged brazenly toward the Titanic Golden-Shell Turtle, all the while actually ignoring Arrow Storm, the ninth-grade spell.
Whoosh!
At the sight of this, the Titanic Golden-Shell Turtle's head retracted into its shell again, leaving Meng Lei only an enormous turtle shell.
"This again? Can't you just fight me head-on?"
