The spiritual shield had just emerged when a pile of thorny vine spikes sprouted beneath his feet.
"Thump Thump!"
Like javelins shooting upward, the thorns pierce into the shield held in front of Wang Zijia. The collision crystallized the eggshell-like surface of the spiritual shield.
Fortunately, it eventually resisted the spikes and slowly returned to an energy shield status. What made Wang Zijia's grimaced, and sent a chill down his spine, was that all the pointed ends of the spikes hit precisely in front and behind the private areas down his lower body.
If he were to have been stabbed, even if he had fully recovered, he would still carry its psychological trauma for all his life!
Upon seeing his maneuver had been ineffective, Guo Minglang's hands moved rapidly, mana welled up and instantly, the plants surrounding Wang Zijia came into life.
