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Those seasoned old hands moved swiftly, forming a shield dozens of meters across that enclosed everyone and effectively blocked the blast's surging shock waves.
Well, Chen Hong had already retreated inside the shield as well, joining the others in maintaining the flickering Soul Power Shield.
As for the flock, the flying soul beasts farther away scattered in all directions, while many of those near the center of the explosion were vaporized outright. The wounded were beyond counting.
Even powerful Saint Kings such as the Wind-Thunder War Eagle and the Fear Griffin fled swiftly, not daring to linger for an instant.
The Crystal-Winged Dragon Roc, however, took the explosion head-on.
The crystal clusters covering its body shattered like broken glass. Their brilliant light flickered amid the blast's aftermath, as though marking the final struggles of its life.
Its once-indestructible body was now covered in charred patches and cracks. Blood gushed from its wounds, scattering into a bloody mist in the raging wind.
Under the ravages of the explosion's terrifying energy, its third crystalline eye dimmed like a guttering candle in the wind, on the verge of going out.
The chain wings on its tail had also lost their former agility. Their rainbow glow was gone, and they drooped helplessly like a bird's broken wings.
The Crystal-Winged Dragon Roc let out a piercing cry of anguish. It tried to beat its wings and take flight again, escaping this hellish scene, but heart-piercing pain shot through its wounds, nearly making it lose consciousness.
Chen Hong stood inside the Soul Power Shield, his gaze fixed on the Crystal-Winged Dragon Roc, a trace of gravity and vigilance in his eyes.
Even grievously wounded, this veteran Saint King could not be underestimated. Its remaining strength might still deliver a