Across from him, Fang Donglai's face changed, quickly wielding his longsword. A dense storm of stone spikes rushed towards Long Wucuo like a tempest. Unfortunately, they couldn't break through the defense of the Light Shield, nor could they stop its advance.
Watching the Light Shield get closer and closer, Fang Donglai finally panicked, chanting aloud while making hand formations, the rocky ground before him surged like waves, forming stone shields to block his front.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Yet, with each explosion, the stone shields shattered.
"Pfft," Fang Donglai was still making hand formations, but his fingers suddenly halted, and his chanting stopped abruptly.
Staring blankly at the Light Shield embedded in his chest, his face showed confusion.
Long Wucuo lightly waved his arm, the Light Shield vanished abruptly, and a pillar of blood as thick as a bowl spurted from Fang Donglai's chest wound. He didn't even have time to scream before life left him.
