The Yellow Turban Strongman, standing twenty-four feet tall, was only a phantom.
It had been formed from condensed Golden Metal Power.
Holding a gigantic golden axe, the phantom hacked down at the woman.
Of course, the axe was also formed from phantom energy.
Bang... bang... bang...
The Yellow Turban Strongman was very simple-minded. It knew only one move: swinging its axe and hacking away without pause.
Yet despite having only that one move, it left the woman facing it barely able to defend herself.
Meanwhile, He Pingsheng could finally concentrate on dealing with the man's attacks.
Eighth spear!
Ninth spear!
An earthen-yellow Earth Attribute shield formed around He Pingsheng. Sustained by his Spiritual Power, its glow dimmed a little with every attack it received.
But that did not matter.
As long as he kept feeding it Earth Attribute Spiritual Power, the shield would brighten again.
That was the difference between spell defenses and talisman defenses.
A talisman's defense could not be replenished at will. Given enough attacks, its shield would eventually break.
A spell shield was different.
As long as the Magic Power within one's body had not run dry, the shield would not break.
Of course, if an enemy's attack was powerful enough to shatter it in a single blow, that was another matter.
"Damn it..." The man landed from midair, his face deathly pale.
The move he had just used was a Divine Ability the Zhuang Family never shared with outsiders: the Zhuang Family Thirteen Spears.
Unfortunately, he had yet to master it, so he could unleash only nine spear strikes at once, not thirteen.
Moreover, that Divine Ability had consumed nearly eighty percent of his Spiritual Power.
"Junior sister..." the man shouted. "He's controlling that golden figure with his Divine Sense! Find an opening to retreat. Once