Boom!
As Fang Xing held up the jade-boned umbrella and instilled it with Qi, a large number of spells began to appear. Defensive formations formed in layers one after another to thoroughly protect the person behind the paper umbrella, but Prince Chu Huang's lance instantly activated and pierced through the surface of that umbrella, tearing steadily through the layers of the formations. A battle lance soaked in the blood and flesh of royalty was simply too powerful, and even Fang Xing who'd prepared for it was pushed back by its great force.
Tst tst tst tst….
In mere moments, no fewer than nine formations had been pierced by this lance, and yet it still didn't stop and continued on through the paper umbrella completely. Fang Xing's gaze chilled and his palm closed over the point of the lance as it neared his heart, but by this point the lance's power had already been used up.
