At that moment, Nana had no time to dodge.
On top of that, she was maintaining the enormous magic array in midair and had no hands free to block Xing Tian's attack.
At that moment, this Fallen One glared resentfully at the fellow who had fled from Xing Tian. If looks could kill, that Fallen One would have died at least eight or ten times.
As Xing Tian's blade closed in, Nana was torn to the extreme. She wavered between enduring an injury to maintain the magic array and retreating unscathed, which would interrupt it.
Just then, the pitch-black head formed from negative energy in midair suddenly spurted blood-red seawater from its slightly opened abyssal maw!
Like the waters of a red sea pouring down from above, a huge amount of blood-red seawater descended before Nana, protecting her behind it like a barrier.
Xing Tian's demonic sword cleaved into the blood-colored torrent, and Wang Meng immediately felt it becoming difficult to advance any further. Through the Empathy System, he sensed a sluggish resistance coming from the blade.
It was as if he had struck into mud, leaving him with nowhere to apply his strength.
At that moment.
A sickle blade hacked out from the red sea, aimed straight at Xing Tian's face.
Watching the glinting blade tip rapidly enlarge outside the panoramic viewport, Wang Meng hurriedly controlled the mecha to retreat.
His combat style was forceful and fierce, but that did not mean he was reckless.
Thus, Xing Tian quickly pulled back, causing the sickle blade to slash through empty air.
At that moment, the blood-red seawater surged in layers, continuously condensing into a figure.
A rust-covered thorn crown rested on his head. Six black wings behind him were scorched, his body was covered in sea-serpent-like scales, and he wielded