"Watch out!"
A Daoist in the air saw a strange gleam flash through Wu Zichen's eyes and immediately cried out to warn his companion.
Yet at that moment, he suddenly felt a tremor run through his body. To his astonishment, he discovered that his protective artifact was shaking violently, its precious radiance wavering chaotically as fine cracks spread across it, as though it were about to shatter.
He shuddered. He had not seen at all how the other party had attacked, but fortunately, he and his fellow disciple both followed the orthodox path of combat: first protecting themselves with defensive treasures, then assailing their opponents from afar with magical power, divine abilities, and artifacts. It might have been somewhat rigid, but it had no obvious flaws.
After blocking that inexplicable strike, he knew the enemy was formidable. He turned his magical power and retreated farther away, but before he had gone halfway, his body jolted again. The treasure's radiance exploded apart, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat.
He could not help but feel horrified, unable to understand how he had been attacked.
But he was experienced as well. He knew that the more he retreated at such a time, the more openings he gave the enemy. Only a counterattack offered a sliver of hope. Moreover, there were two of them. So long as one person held the opponent back, the other would have a chance to strike.
Thus, rather than further protect himself, he launched a counteroffensive. With a shift of intent, his Primordial Spirit Shadow Reflection escaped directly from his body and appeared beside his true form. Then, with a sacrifice of magical power, a rainbow-light flying blade, long condensed from qi and intent, slashed toward Wu Zichen!
Wu Zichen stood motionless. The flying blade passed