Golden light shot upward, and a gale of energy slammed into them.
Shen Le reeled backward, instinctively raising both hands to shield his face as he summoned layer upon layer of water around his body.
The golden light carried an unnaturally sharp aura. Though it was not aimed at him and merely swept past from afar, it still made him feel as if he were being pierced by a thousand needles and ten thousand thorns—countless sharp needles, countless thin blades. In that instant, Shen Le even had an illusion:
His skin, whether exposed or hidden beneath his clothes, had been sliced open layer by layer.
Blood burst forth like springs from needle holes and knife wounds, instantly dyeing him into a man of blood!
This isn't real. It's an illusion. It doesn't hurt. He repeatedly convinced himself, bolstering his resolve, yet he still could not help raising defenses around himself.
The beads on his bracelet shook violently. Huang Yutong desperately tried to emerge, wanting to use his body to shield Shen Le from harm;
The other little ones, whether they could fight or not, were all desperately trying to rush out;
Little Oil Lamp had already transformed into a streak of lightning, leaping out of the backpack and spreading a silvery-white barrier of electricity around Shen Le:
[What is that?! Get out of the way!]
The flock of birds scattered at once, flying in every direction and fleeing far beyond Heavenly Lake as if for their lives, not even caring about the masses of feathers they shed.
The beasts also panicked and fled in all directions. Only the leaders of the wild donkeys and Tibetan antelopes lowered their heads, tensed all four limbs, pawed at the ground with their hooves, and gave low roars;
The snow leopard's ears stood erect,