The battle continued.
Jin Jiao's battleaxe was forcibly disarmed again. Seeing the Whip of Warfire lash toward him once more, he could only cross his arms and protect the vital spots of his head and face.
Crack! The Whip of Warfire wound around the back of Jin Jiao's neck, binding his neck together with both his arms.
If Jin Jiao had not raised his arms in advance, that strike would undoubtedly have wrapped around his neck and inflicted a suffocation effect on him.
Even with his arms raised, Jin Jiao was still bound fast. The Whip of Warfire swung high and slammed his burly body down hard.
Boom! Boom!
Seeing Jin Jiao suffer throwing damage again and again, An Mie and Feng Shenxiu, in their desperation, could only throw caution to the wind.
Feng Shenxiu pointed his staff and first cast a layer of Light-Forged Shield over Jin Jiao, then aimed the tip of his staff straight at the Demon Monarch.
Diamond light gathered at the tip of the staff, as if a large flashlight had been switched on, and a dazzling laser beam shot out.
A shadow surged from An Mie's body and pounced straight at the Burning Beacon Demon Monarch. He risked launching a soul attack.
The Burning Beacon Demon Monarch's Whip of Warfire paused for the moment as he poured energy into his defenses. The war beacon smoke wrapped around his entire body suddenly flared in aura.
Hiss, hiss. Feng Shenxiu's laser beam shot over and sank into the Burning Beacon Demon Monarch's beacon smoke, vanishing without a sound.
The shadow of An Mie's soul attack plunged into the protective beacon smoke around the Burning Beacon Demon Monarch.
The Burning Beacon Demon Monarch grunted, his figure trembling slightly.
However, An Mie suffered an even greater backlash. He