The runes on the shield-shaped magical artifact flickered, with spirit force showing a violent and chaotic state. Zhao Haiying silently cursed his bad luck; just as he was about to control his defensive magical artifact, boosting its defense, there was a loud boom, and his defensive magical artifact completely shattered, leaving no chance for him to react.
Before Zhao Haiying could catch his breath, he saw that on that mountain peak, lights flickered again, but this time it wasn't just one spot—three spots lit up simultaneously.
Zhao Haiying, having just clashed with these lights, knew their ferocity. Not daring to go head-to-head with them again, he shouted, "Master, Liao Chongru, dodge quickly!" while driving his flying sword at top speed to evade.
