The Four Divine Shields were about to hit the ground, everything was about to turn to dust, and on Ji Yuanzhen's face, there appeared a trace of indescribable relief.
Zheng Ming, although he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, was truly the most formidable opponent he had ever encountered, without exception.
Fortunately, his own cultivation level was far above that of the youth. This victory, although not particularly glorious, was still a victory for Ji Yuanzhen, after all. But just as a smile began to bloom on the corner of his mouth, that overwhelmingly powerful Four Divine Shields suddenly sprouted over a hundred cracks.
As these cracks appeared, the Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and the Four Sacred Beasts attached to the Four Divine Shields let out a simultaneous mournful cry.
Within that cry, a blue lotus illusion bloomed in the midst of the Four Divine Shields, and then, the shields scattered in all directions like countless hard chunks.
