White vapor hissed out in all directions like water at a rolling boil, only to be suppressed an instant later by even fiercer radiance, leaving not a single wisp of steam able to escape.
The dark Mystic Shield was stripped thinner layer by layer, and the three of them could already faintly feel the heat closing in.
Jiang Yang poured his magic power into the Mystic Shield without pause, trying to make it hold a little longer. His reserves were deep enough that he could still endure.
Fortunately, this power had neither root nor source and could not last forever. As the light weakened, the pressure instantly eased considerably.
Before long, the strange radiance vanished. It had come quickly and departed even faster, dissipating completely in the blink of an eye. Jiang Yang did not rush, but cautiously waited a while longer.
After a long time, Jiang Yang slowly opened his eyes. Everywhere he looked was a scene of devastation.
The Mystic Shield surrounding them had been reduced to a thin, almost transparent layer. The Heaven and Earth Spirit Water fused into it had long since evaporated entirely.
What a pity... such an undeserved calamity.
Jiang Yang silently lamented the loss.
Shang Qingzheng had given him that clear-wave origin water, but as it happened, it had saved both his life and hers. In that sense, it had "died" a worthy death.
Filled with questions, Jiang Yang lowered his head. Clad in white, Shang Qingzheng had tucked her head beneath his arm, her delicate brows slightly knitted and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She did not move at all.
The other side left Jiang Yang feeling somewhat awkward. Tai Pei'er, her colorful robes fluttering, had planted her head against his chest like a feathered sparrow, pressing herself just as tightly against