Zong Tang raised his shield and rushed in front of his father, blocking the enemy's spear. Spear and shield collided with a deafening clang! Countless sparks burst outward from the spearpoint. Zong Tang strained with all his might against the force transmitted through it, his muscles swelling until the clothing on his upper body tore apart under the tension. His feet sank more than an inch into the ground.
The Winged Warrior clearly had not expected Zong Tang to possess such tremendous strength. Despite attacking from above and exploiting the momentum of his dive, he had failed to force Zong Tang back even half a step.
Zong Tang roared, "What are you standing around for? Hurry and get my father out of here!"
Only then did the craftsmen snap out of their daze. They picked up the severed half of the arm from the ground, pried the key from it, and helped Zong Yuan up, fleeing in a panic toward Arms Cave.
The other Winged Warrior circled in the air and drew his iron bow again. The feathered arrow nocked on it was highly unusual: its tail ignited, spraying a comet-like plume half a foot long. Just as he prepared to release it, a short sword suddenly came spinning like a windmill straight toward his chest. Startled, the Winged Warrior instinctively raised his right elbow and blocked the sword with his elbow armor. Clang! Sparks flashed, and the sudden attack drew his attention away.
Hu Xiaotian had thrown the short sword. He had seen the Winged Warrior drawing his bow to shoot Master Craftsman Zong Yuan. This man's arrows were no ordinary arrows; they likely carried explosives that detonated on impact, which explained the gruesome sight of the craftsman being blown to pieces earlier. Hu Xiaotian had never expected his