Wang Ming planted his heavy shield on the ground, and rich, earthen-yellow elemental light flared around it. At the same time, he brought the Glorious Berserk Blade down in a furious slash, colliding with the crescent of cold light.
In a single instant, Wang Ming was blasted away like a cannonball and slammed heavily into the ground.
His expression grew grave. Holy Guard No. 12 was terrifyingly powerful, on an entirely different level from them.
Wang Ming drew a deep breath and activated the pulling force of his Heart of the Earth Spirit Furnace once more.
With Jiang Feng absent, he was the only member of the General Grade No. 21 Demon Hunt Squad who could withstand Holy Guard No. 11's attacks head-on.
Meanwhile, a massive spatial gate three meters high opened on the battlefield. Dark creatures poured out of it, charging toward Holy Guard No. 12.
Although these dark creatures were not particularly strong, enough ants could bring down an elephant. If these skeletal creatures could slow Holy Guard No. 11's spellcasting, it would be an enormous help to the others and greatly improve their chances of victory.
The sisters, Murong Xian'er and Murong Ling'er, acted together, stacking shields on their companions while casting healing magic.
Wang Ming was not Jiang Feng. He did not possess a freakishly powerful constitution like the undying body.
When Wang Ming was injured, he still needed a priest's healing.
Of course, Murong Xian'er mainly handled defensive support and timely healing. Her seamless coordination with the Light Elemental Spirit, Murong Ling'er, greatly reduced the time needed to chant their spells.
She had also taken out the Holy Judgment of Light longbow, ready to provide supporting fire at any moment.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xinran had already completed a series of spells.
First came the sixth-order ice