"It's now or never!" Ning Zhuo frantically roused the Iron Han Armor and charged towards Qi Bai, without a second thought.
Qi Bai's head was bleeding profusely, his vision darkened, and he was on the verge of passing out.
The next moment, the Iron Han Armor cut through the air.
Youthful Hanging Whip!
Dozens of long whips flailed wildly like a swarm of serpents, lashing madly.
Qi Bai was flung about in mid-air, unable to touch the ground.
Whenever a whip struck his body, it would cause a ripple of golden light, unable to penetrate his protective spell.
"Is it a spell, a divine skill, or perhaps a protective magical treasure?" Ning Zhuo's eyes turned red, unable to suppress his agitation.
This was a counterattack he had painstakingly devised.
If Qi Bai recovered his breath, the suspense in this battle would completely dissipate.
