Seeing everyone hesitate, Wang Ming had no choice but to set an example as vice captain. He stepped forward, raising his Giant Shield as he advanced toward Holy Guard No. 12.
He had very few offensive options, so he could only rely on his powerful defenses to hold his own.
Wang Ming prayed he could last a little longer. After all, his companions were watching from behind.
Going after Jiang Feng meant his performance was bound to pale in comparison.
Besides, he had never intended to defeat this red Skeleton Warrior. He knew his own strength, and he knew the gap between himself and Jiang Feng.
All he hoped was that he would not perform too poorly.
After Wang Ming took five steps forward, Holy Guard No. 12 began to move. His tall, burly frame radiated immense pressure, and the soul flames dancing in his eyes were dense and imposing.
Holy Guard No. 12 strode toward him, each step firm and steady. He seemed to have already recovered from his battle with Jiang Feng.
With the entire Eternal Tower supporting him, even if he died, he could swiftly re-form his powerful soul and regain the greatest combat strength available to him at this stage.
Unless the Eternal Tower ran out of energy, he could keep fighting indefinitely.
When Holy Guard No. 12 came within five steps of Wang Ming, his speed suddenly surged. His towering figure appeared before Wang Ming in an instant, leaving a string of afterimages behind him.
So fast!
Wang Ming's heart tightened. Not daring to be careless, he made his shield erupt with a dense ochre glow and brought himself to peak condition to face Holy Guard No. 12's attack.
A three-foot red blade aura suddenly extended from Holy Guard No. 12's Bone Blade as he