Lu Huaming's longsword plunged into the black light shield, but it felt like it was stuck on an incredibly hard giant stone, regardless of how much mana he expended in his attempted drive, progress was stubbornly elusive.
Seeing that evasion was no longer possible, Shen Luo abruptly stopped and pushed his palms forward. All the mana from within his body poured forth without reservation, casting a brilliant golden glow on the dragon horn cone. The size of the cone doubled and shielded in front of him, successfully blocking the black firelines.
The extremely hot firelines struck the golden cone, their intense heat rapidly absorbing and diminishing the golden light on the surface of the cone. It was visibly shrinking quickly and was gradually being pushed back bit by bit.
Seeing that Shen Luo was about to falter, Lu Huaming's gaze quickly shifted towards the injured Gu Hualing.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered, bending his fingers that were forming a sword technique.
