"Ye Chao, use your Psionic Storm already!" Ye Meng shouted uncontrollably in the Zerg network.
The Lich King gripped his staff with both hands and swung it at Ye You with a vicious grin. The space around Ye You was instantly sealed off. It was far too late for him to escape!
Ye Zhang, standing beside Ye You, gritted his teeth and charged forward with his shield raised high. Like a black locomotive rushing in from the flank, he barreled in front of Ye You. His black shield, over three meters tall, landed directly in the path of the Lich King's attack.
The Lich King had no objections to that. One target was a hit, two targets were a smack. Brimming with confidence, he did not care if this blow took out only a meat shield rather than a damage dealer. He could just finish off the other one with the next strike.
Boom! The staff smashed violently against the shield. Ye Zhang felt the arm bracing the shield and the entire right side of his body go numb, immediately losing all sensation. Then, like a football kicked into the air, he flew in a sweeping arc. As for the shield in his hand, though it did not shatter at once, cracks spread across its entire surface like a spiderweb. It was clearly unusable now!
"Ye Zhang!" Ye You clenched his teeth. He was currently using Ye Lei's Ultralisk ability—four arms wielding four monomolecular greatswords—and took the opportunity to slash at the Lich King. The Lich King laughed loudly, looking exactly like the fierce Zhang Fei of the Three Kingdoms era. Four massive swords came slashing in from four directions, leaving him almost nowhere to dodge. His staff had just been swung out, and it was already too late to