At the critical juncture between life and death, Shen Xiaomao unleashed all her strength. Her ribbon Spiritual Artifact snapped taut, layer upon layer, transforming into a shield before her.
The iron hoof slammed into the defense formed by the ribbons, and the Spiritual Artifact's glow instantly dimmed. Though Shen Xiaomao desperately circulated her Spiritual Power, she could not stop it in the slightest and could only watch death draw closer bit by bit.
A chubby figure suddenly crashed into her from the side and knocked her away. It was Pang Dahai.
Shen Xiaomao was sent tumbling away, the despair in her eyes turning to stunned disbelief. She had never expected that, at such a moment, the one who saved her would be a Spell Cultivator.
In truth, only Pang Dahai and the other Spell Cultivator had had a chance to save her, because they were closest to Shen Xiaomao.
Yet Spell Cultivators were not known for powerful bodies. Even if Pang Dahai was Cloud River Tier Nine, taking such a violent kick head-on would most likely mean certain doom.
With a boom, Spiritual Power surged. Pang Dahai's chubby body jolted violently, an unnatural flush rising to his face as the fat all over his body quivered fiercely.
Yet a scene that astonished everyone unfolded. Pang Dahai, who had taken that kick head-on, was not sent flying. He remained firmly rooted where he stood.
Instead, the shockwave erupting from behind him sent everyone reeling.
Niu Meng's iron hoof was like a foot that had stepped into a swamp, deeply buried in Pang Dahai's enormous belly. With an angry roar, Pang Dahai thrust out his belly, and the tower-like Niu Meng was actually bounced straight into the air.
At this moment, Pang Dahai no longer looked anything like a Spell Cultivator. His