"Of course, I got it from Xuan Qu."
As Song Wen spoke, a thunder spear several zhang long condensed before him and stabbed straight at Ying Deng.
Caught off guard, Ying Deng hurriedly summoned a shield and held it behind him.
The shield blocked the thunder spear, but there was not the slightest hint of relief on Ying Deng's face. Instead, a flash of panic crossed it.
Behind the thunder spear, nine transparent blades came hurtling over. They treated the shield as though it were nothing, passing through it without the slightest obstruction.
"A divine sense attack!"
Ying Deng's expression stiffened. He hurriedly took out a jade token the size of his palm, but he was already too late.
The interference of the thunder spear and the surrounding gale-force winds, coupled with his single-minded flight in panic, had kept him from noticing the Soul-Concentrating Spikes in time.
The shield was less than half a zhang behind him, and the nine Soul-Concentrating Spikes had already passed through it. Only now did he think of activating a soul-defense spiritual treasure—how could there still be time?
The nine transparent blades plunged directly into the back of his head.
"Ah..."
His soul wounded, agonizing pain surged over him like a raging tide, and Ying Deng let out a miserable scream.
The magical-power shield around him shattered at once.
The gale winds, sharp as blades, howled toward him, instantly shredding the clothes around his body and tearing away strips of flesh.
In the blink of an eye, Ying Deng's entire body was a bloody mess. In some places, even stark white bone was visible.
At the brink of life and death, Ying Deng unexpectedly regained some clarity. Enduring the excruciating pain in his soul, he activated his magical power and condensed another magical-power shield, avoiding