At that moment, a tremendous storm of power erupted from the point where the two clashed, sweeping wildly outward like a sudden gale.
This "storm of power" slammed into the walls, only to be eerily devoured, as though swallowed whole by an invisible maw.
Immediately afterward, the walls on either side seemed to awaken, abruptly spewing surging cyclones of force that lunged straight at Qing Chen like raging dragons bursting from the sea.
At this critical moment, Qing Chen's three refined corpses seemed to sense their master's peril. They instantly leaped up and blocked the raging "storm," sparing Qing Chen from this sudden sneak attack.
The enormous rag doll also seemed to receive some sort of command. It abruptly abandoned Qing Chen and blocked the three armored corpses with a bizarre laugh.
Its punches whipped up fierce winds as it collided with the gold-armored corpse and silver-armored corpses, unleashing deafening booms. Currents of force interwove and surged through the passage.
Meanwhile, the force raging through the passage also caused the walls on either side to keep shooting out cyclones, sending them at the armored corpses like sharp arrows.
However, the "rag doll" was fighting three opponents alone, after all. Within just two or three exchanges, the armored corpses' sharp claws had already torn shocking gashes across its body.
Something is wrong with these walls! Is this a damage-reflecting restriction?
Understanding dawned in Qing Chen's mind. He realized that the restrictions on these walls were far from ordinary: they could actually devour the force of attacks and reflect it.
At the same time, the girl in the painting suddenly stretched her mouth into a grin and smiled eerily at Qing Chen.
A chill ran through Qing Chen's heart. Dozens of silver needles suddenly appeared in the air, seemingly guided by invisible