In the lulls while recovering their Spiritual Energy, the Witch Spirit Beastmasters were still able to command their Soul Beasts to rotate into the fight.
Furthermore, to prevent any Sea Soul Beasts from launching a surprise attack from an unexpected location, every building and high platform where the Witch Spirit People were hiding was guarded by over a dozen War General Level Soul Beasts, which raised colorful Spiritual Shields.
Since the rooftop was already packed with people, Han Ning and the others headed inside the building.
"Get down! A powerful Soul Technique could pierce the Shield and blow your head off."
Hassuning, moving in a crouch, yanked hard on a soldier who was clearly a greenhorn new to the battlefield, barking in a low voice.
As luck would have it, he had just finished speaking.
"Watch out!" Han Ning, who was beside him, suddenly yelled.
