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Chen Xiaojun's voice came from his sea of consciousness: "Staying this passive... if we defend for too long, we'll fail."
The dark-green giant shield once again met the Demonic Dragon Claw's heavy blow head-on, and a teeth-grating metallic twisting sound came from where the Black Tortoise Shield connected to his arm bone.
The muscles in his cheeks twitched and tightened from the agony, while a fresh line of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth mixed with the half-dried dark red from before.
After taking two consecutive Demonic Dragon Claw strikes enhanced by the stacked True Body amplification, the backlash surged through his internal organs like countless streams of red-hot molten iron smashing around inside him.
But the deadliest danger was the storm hidden in the Upper Soul Nest between his brows.
That already damaged sea-of-consciousness space had previously been forced to drive "Yin Yang Reversal" and several major skills, and now it was like glazed glass being pounded by a giant hammer; the cracks in the spatial walls caused by it began expanding again.
At the edge of the once-stable breach, which originally had only a quarter remaining, new spiderweb-like fractures spread wildly.
Every tremor and shattering of the spatial walls ground directly against his soul. It was not some vague dull pain, but a cruel torture like ten million poisoned, red-hot steel needles suddenly piercing his temples, then viciously twisting inward.
He could even "hear" the sharp wail that rang out when the spatial walls collapsed, a sound only the soul could perceive.
The scene before his eyes looked as if it had been thrown into a maze of shattered mirrors.
The Nether Demonic Qi gushing outside the giant shield, the threads of Soul