Shen Luo rode the gust unleashed by Little White Dragon and Nine-Headed Insect's clash, flying back some distance before coming to a stop.
He seized the time to heal his wounds while channeling Magic Power into the Coiled Dragon Jade, drawing out a stream of Pure Yang Power and sending it into Wuman'er's body.
Wuman'er let out a soft moan and opened her eyes.
"You're awake?" Shen Luo asked joyfully, releasing her.
"Thank you, Brother Shen. You saved my life again." Recalling what had happened before she lost consciousness, Wuman'er lowered her head slightly.
"It was nothing worth mentioning. We're not out of danger yet." Shen Luo shook his head and looked ahead.
Little White Dragon and Nine-Headed Insect were already locked in fierce combat. Spear shadows swept everywhere while hook shadows flashed in succession. Thunderous booms rang out like countless bolts of lightning exploding, and the two appeared evenly matched.
"What incredible spear techniques. Who is that young man in white?" Wuman'er asked in amazement.
"He is a senior of the Dragon Race, Ao Lie, the Third Prince of the West Sea. He was the one who saved us just now," Shen Luo said.
"Senior Ao Lie! So it's him! Should we go help him?" Wuman'er looked startled. Clearly, she had also heard of Little White Dragon, and she quickly asked another question.
"There's no need. Senior Ao Lie will certainly defeat Nine-Headed Insect." Shen Luo smiled.
Little White Dragon's spear techniques were far stronger than Ao Hong's, surging like towering ocean waves without end. He had fully grasped the essence of the Dragon Race's spear arts, and the fierce spear shadows also contained a profound power of the Buddhist School. It not only greatly enhanced their might, but also gave his spear techniques greater endurance.
Nine-Headed Insect's Moon-Soul