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These seasoned old hands moved quickly, constructing a barrier dozens of meters in diameter that enveloped everyone inside and effectively blocked the shockwaves and blasts from the explosion.
Chen Hong had, of course, already retreated back inside the barrier as well, maintaining the flickering Soul Power Shield together with the others.
As for the flock, the flying soul beasts on the other sides scattered and fled in every direction, while many of the flying soul beasts near the center of the explosion were directly vaporized. The number of wounded was beyond counting.
Even powerful Saint Kings like the Thunder Warhawk and the Fear Griffon quickly fled, not daring to linger for even a moment.
The Crystal Winged Dragon Peng, however, had taken the impact of the explosion head-on.
The crystal clusters all over its body cracked and shattered like broken glass, their brilliant crystal light flickering in the aftermath of the explosion, as if it were the last struggle of its life.
Its once indestructible body was now covered in scorch marks and cracks. Blood gushed from its wounds, scattering into bloody mist in the raging wind.
Its third crystal eye had dimmed under the ravaging force of the explosion's terrifying energy, like a candle guttering in the wind, almost extinguished.
The chained wings at its tail had also lost their former agility. Their rainbow light was gone, and they drooped powerlessly like a bird with broken wings.
The Crystal Winged Dragon Peng let out a shrill wail. It tried to beat its wings and fly again, to escape this hellish scene, but a piercing agony came from its wounds, nearly making it faint.
Chen Hong stood inside the Soul Power Shield, his gaze locked tightly on the Crystal Winged Dragon Peng, a trace of gravity