Lu Lin's palm force was incomparably deep and tyrannical; as his qi and blood surged, it carried the might to split mountains and crack stone.
As his palm force poured out completely, Luo Siqing's black fireball could not withstand that savage power. It collapsed with a boom, bursting apart into streaming flames that filled the sky.
Luo Siqing's delicate body trembled slightly, and she borrowed the force to retreat rapidly, trying to open up the distance.
But Lu Lin pressed his advantage without mercy, closing in at high speed as the Demonic Ape Palm struck out once more.
His palms lashed out in a chain, delivering more than a dozen strikes in a single breath. Layer upon layer of palm force surged endlessly like tides, sealing off all of Luo Siqing's paths of retreat.
Before the palm wind even arrived, that terrifying pressure had already made Luo Siqing's breath catch, her skin stinging as though pricked by needles.
Her expression changed abruptly, disbelief flashing through her eyes.
Yet in the end, she was no ordinary woman. Though startled, she did not fall into chaos. With a soft shout, a Crimson Round Shield engraved with intricate flame patterns emerged before her. It swelled in the wind, transforming into a solid bulwark blocking her front.
Dong, dong, dong...!
More than a dozen consecutive booms rang out, dull and heavy as giant war drums being beaten.
The round shield trembled violently. The spiritual light flowing over it was forcibly scattered by the fierce palm force, and with a wail, it was sent flying, its glow dimming until it almost lost its mental connection with Luo Siqing.
However, with this brief chance to catch her breath, Luo Siqing finally recovered.
With a wave of her jade hand, that Flying Dagger magic tool flashed out