The Ironclad Orc frowned, realizing something was wrong.
Although Luo Lan had blocked the Ironclad Orc's blow with Lin Mo's help, her face had turned slightly pale, and she was gasping for breath. Clearly, it had taken an immense toll on her.
"Fellow Daoists, the time has come to unite our strength!"
"For the time it takes an incense stick to burn, we must not let the Saint King touch a single hair on Fellow Daoist Lin's head!"
"Right!"
Qin Baochuan, Shen Changqing, and the others were greatly heartened. They brought out their magical artifacts and charged at the Saint King, like warriors who had accepted death as their destination.
With their cultivation, even the slightest contact with the Saint King's attacks should have reduced them to ash.
But Lin Mo's Heavenly Pivot Sword Armor had granted them the strength to face the Saint King head-on.
Attacks they could never have evaded before now barely grazed past them, thanks to the speed granted by the Heavenly Pivot Sword Armor.
And attacks that would have killed them in a single blow were blocked by the Heavenly Pivot Sword Armor, granting them a second life.
With the cultivation of Qin Baochuan, Shen Changqing, and the others, crossing the gulf created by the power of rules to injure the Saint King was nothing but a fool's dream.
But through sheer numbers, they swarmed him like a dense cloud of bees, causing the Saint King no small amount of trouble.
"A pack of small fry haunting me like lingering ghosts! You're courting death!"
The Saint King gradually grew irritated and tried to bypass them to deal with Lin Mo directly.
Yet Qin Baochuan and the others threw themselves at him one after another, heedless of everything. Some even clung directly to the Saint King's