The command rang out, and the talismans lit up at once.
Zheng Shiduo was still trapped in that slowed state he entered when facing death, yet two faint layers of golden light appeared before his eyes.
The Special Winged Dragon's huge head slammed into the golden light. It did not strike Zheng Shiduo directly, but it gave him momentum backward...
The lightness in his back rapidly slowed Zheng Shiduo's descent, dissipating most of the impact...
Suddenly!
A Bronze Spear shot into Zheng Shiduo's view from the lower left!
As Zheng Shiduo fell toward the ground and the Special Winged Dragon crashed into the gun turret, a figure in black clothes and a black helmet struck from the left, driving that green-stained cold weapon spear into the Special Winged Dragon's hardened "face"!
It went in!
Zheng Shiduo's eyes widened as his body slammed heavily into the ground. The golden light around him faded, and his slowed vision returned to normal.
He stared blankly at the scene before him:
The mysterious Psionicist codenamed Black Storm was gripping the cold weapon spear with both hands, hanging in midair as he forced it deeper into the Special Winged Dragon's brain!
The Special Winged Dragon struggled violently. The Psionicists rushing toward it were sent flying one after another, while emerald blood sprayed outward!
The spear pierced deeper and deeper!
The Special Winged Dragon suddenly beat its bony wings. Its body actually struggled back into the air against the barrage of fire, flying straight toward the sky.
"B-Boss!"
Zheng Shiduo had seen plenty of battles. He had already leaped to his feet and shouted:
"Cease fire! It's dead! It's already dead!"
Having risen more than thirty meters into the air, the Special Winged Dragon let out a mournful cry before its body slid weakly downward.
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