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Chen Xiaojun's voice rang out from his sea of consciousness: "We're too passive like this... even the strongest defense will fail if maintained too long."
The dark green tower shield once again met the Demon Dragon Claw's crushing blow head-on. A teeth-grating sound of twisting metal came from the junction between the Black Tortoise Shield and his arm bone.
His cheek muscles twitched and tightened with agony, and fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, mingling with the half-dried, dark red stains already there.
After taking two successive Demon Dragon Claw strikes amplified by stacked true-body enhancements, the backlash rampaged through his organs like countless streams of molten iron.
But the deadliest threat was the storm hidden within the upper soul nest between his brows.
That already-damaged space within his sea of consciousness had endured his forced activation of "Yin-Yang Reversal" and several other skills. Now, like glass pounded by a giant hammer, the cracks in its spatial walls began expanding again.
Around the once-stable edges of the fissure, which had shrunk to a quarter of its original size, fresh spiderweb cracks spread madly.
Every shudder and fracture of the spatial walls ground directly against his soul. This was no vague, dull ache, but a brutal torture: millions of poisoned, red-hot steel needles suddenly piercing his temples, then twisting viciously inward.
He could even "hear" the shrill wails of the collapsing spatial walls-sounds only the soul could perceive.
The scene before him seemed to have been cast into a labyrinth of shattered mirrors.
The netherworld demonic qi surging beyond the tower shield, the glowing threads of soul power spilling from Xiao Yi's fingertips, even the taut outline of Xixi's profile as she raised her