"Eh, Dom...in...eer...ing... bro...ther..." Long Dangdang's voice elongated, echoing from his lower abdomen.
Long Dangdang took a deep breath, and under the ceaseless infusion of spiritual power from the Rising Spiritual Power Shield, he finally recovered somewhat. Despite this, his chest still felt oppressed. Had it not been for his 6th Rank outer spiritual power, he wouldn't have been able to withstand that blow no matter what.
A holy light fell upon him, healing his wounds. Simultaneously, an orange radiance began to congeal in front of Ling Menglu.
Faced with this life-and-death crisis, they couldn't afford to hold back, giving their all was their only way to seize an opportunity to escape from the battlefield.
"Roar—" The tempest magic dragon swept forward, carrying a cyclone. Numerous massive green wind blades burst forth, directly targeting the two undead.
