Bal's rain of arrows had been broken.
Peeking out from behind Bal, Mu Wanrou widened her eyes, her disappointment plain to see.
The enormous Dharma Body behind Bal stopped firing too.
He hadn't expected the Black Energy to turn into a torrent.
That meant it could not only restrict Star Power, but also serve as a defense.
Meanwhile, the two masked men could still use White Star Power inside it.
For a moment, Bal and Mu Wanrou felt utterly helpless.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Worse still...
The Black Torrent slowly stopped. Every arrow Bal had fired had been shredded, its fragments scattered across the ground.
The Black Torrent dissolved back into Black Energy.
It moved with the Two Circle Masked Figures as they advanced on Bal and Mu Wanrou.
"Let's... run!"
Mu Wanrou's voice trembled.
What she had just seen had shaken her confidence.
But...
"Run? How could we outrun them?"
Earlier, the Monster Spirit had slowed the Circle Masked Figures a little.
Now there were only two of them: a sickly Eighth Heaven fighter and a Sixth Heaven support fighter.
Their opponents were both at Peak Eighth Heaven.
Escape? How?
Bal suddenly exhaled sharply.
The enormous Dharma Body behind him tossed aside its Longbow and grabbed Mu Wanrou.
Mu Wanrou: ...???
The next second, the Dharma Body hurled her away. The world spun as she flew backward at tremendous speed.
Bal kept his promise. When they encountered the Two Circle Masked Figures, he would hold them off and buy Mu Wanrou time to escape.
Bal's enormous Dharma Body receded into the distance. At last, Mu Wanrou could only make out its collapse as Bal's furious roar rang out from afar.
Thud!
Mu Wanrou hit the ground hard, though a landing like that wasn't enough to injure