So that was why? Wasn't this a little too targeted?
In that instant, Fu Qian realized the answer to the question he'd just had.
Why he had this Golden Left Hand, and why he'd been told to use it at the first opportunity.
These natives could actually replicate the methods used by intruders—and judging by their imposing presence, they were every bit as powerful.
But that was the problem. With a constitution sensitive to mental shocks, using a double-edged skill like this was practically suicide.
As Fu Qian reflected on this, the Resonance Spike in the living corpse's hand shot out, slamming into the Golden Shield held by Round Card.
Buzz!
A series of strange humming sounds rang out, and ripples spread across the surface of the Golden Shield.
Though Round Card, who was hiding behind it, wore a grimace, he had clearly not suffered an unbearable mental shock.
Now that was what you called having everything under control!
Fu Qian glanced at the Saintly Sage Old Man out of the corner of his eye.
The latter made no move to help, looking every bit like he was simply watching over the fight.
The next moment, the familiar sound of an egg cracking rang out. The one who had thrown the Resonance Spike followed in his predecessor's footsteps, his entire body bursting apart into countless fragments that fluttered like butterflies.
The only less-than-ideal part was that, because of the distance between them, the three natives hadn't chosen the same attack.
The two who had struck with their claws first had each started to form golden Resonance Spikes in their hands after their attacks failed.
But after the first one had been reduced to dust, the golden light in both their hands went out.
No wonder they were capable of