Qian Renxue (86)

Heiyuan was not having an easy time either. His black shield had been completely shattered, and the black beam had been canceled out by the Golden Light Pillar and Dragon-shaped Soul Power. Much of the black mist around him had dispersed, and a golden wound had appeared on his chest. Black mist kept spilling from the wound, only to be purified by the lingering Angel Power. His aura had also grown somewhat weak, but it was still far stronger than Lin Mo's and Qian Renxue's. Heiyuan slowly walked up to Lin Mo and Qian Renxue, his scarlet eyes fixed on them, a cruel smile appearing on his face. "Looks like this is all you amounted to. Now it's my turn. I'll reduce you completely to nothingness!"

Just as Heiyuan was about to strike, a red figure suddenly rushed over and stood in front of Lin Mo and Qian Renxue. It was Zhao Feng. At some point, he had awakened. His injuries had grown even worse, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and dripping nonstop. The battle axe in his hand was on the verge of slipping free, but he still gripped it tightly, his gaze firm as he stared at Heiyuan. "If you want to hurt Lady Xue Yan and Brother Lin Mo, you'll have to get through me first!"

"You overestimate yourself!" Heiyuan sneered and swept a hand. A black tentacle shot toward Zhao Feng at extreme speed. Zhao Feng had no time to dodge. The black tentacle struck him in the chest, and black mist instantly corroded his body. Zhao Feng let out a pained scream, staggered back several steps, then crashed heavily to the ground. He could no longer stand, and could only gasp with difficulty, yet his eyes still did not retreat as he