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"It's now!" Ning Zhuo frantically activated the Iron Han Armor and charged at Qi Bai without hesitation.
Qi Bai's head was battered and bleeding, his vision going black, almost fainting.
The next moment, the Iron Han Armor came tearing through the air.
The Hanging Thread of Doom!
A dozen long whips danced wildly like serpents, lashing relentlessly.
Qi Bai was flung about mid-air, unable to land for a moment.
The whips struck his body, but only stirred ripples of golden light, unable to break through his protective spell.
*"Is it a spell, divine skill, or a protective magic treasure?" Ning Zhuo's eyes reddened with frustration.*
*This was his meticulously devised counterattack.*
*If Qi Bai was allowed to catch his breath, the suspense of this battle would vanish completely.*
However, the Hanging Thread of Doom, typically effective against Foundation Establishment Cultivators, failed to break through Qi Bai's defenses.
