"How... how could this be...?"
At that moment, everyone's eyes went blank.
This was Sword Douluo's full-power strike, enhanced by the continent's number one support-type martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda.
Yet it could not even shake that invisible barrier?!
Just what kind of powerhouse stood behind that strange Silver Scale Necklace?
Many hearts churned violently. Dugu Bo and Gu Rong were also shocked, especially Gu Rong. No one in the world knew his old rival Chen Xin better than he did. It was understandable that his own attainments in "space" were far inferior to that mysterious powerhouse's, rendering him completely useless—but even Chen Xin's peerlessly sharp Seven Kill Sword had appeared so powerless before this spatial barrier.
Under such circumstances, even if the three Titled Douluo had joined forces just now, perhaps even with Wang Zhao added in and giving it his all, there would still have been absolutely no chance of breaking through the barrier and rescuing Xue Beng.
At this point, Ning Fengzhi stepped forward to stabilize the situation. Sword Douluo appeared beside him, his head slightly lowered, white hair hanging loose, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Clearly, even he found this outcome difficult to accept.
Gu Rong stood beside Chen Xin and opened his mouth, but for a moment, he did not know how to comfort him. What no one noticed was that the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the crowd was also watching Chen Xin, her gaze unusually profound.
Soon after, Ning Fengzhi calculated that the Twenty-Breath Deadline had passed. With a sigh, he brought Xue Xing over to Wang Zhao and Dugu Bo, and the four stood at the very front.
Seeing Wang Zhao silently close his eyes with an indifferent air, Ning Fengzhi sighed inwardly again but said