With a loud shout, Huang Xiao drove out a fist. His fierce fist force struck a hidden weapon hurtling toward him with a bang.
The hidden weapon pierced straight through Huang Xiao's fist force, then struck his chest.
Huang Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood.
One hand had already clamped down over his chest. In it was a finger-sized, diamond-shaped dart with an exceptionally sharp point.
His fist force had dissipated much of its power, and he had caught it with his hand, yet it had still slammed hard into his chest.
That tremendous force had injured Huang Xiao badly enough to make him cough up blood.
Thank goodness for Senior Shi's Demon Spirit Armor, Huang Xiao silently reflected.
On their way here, Shi Hen had given Huang Xiao the Demon Spirit Armor he used himself.
Huang Xiao had already given his own Top-Grade Demon Spirit Armor to Chao Lingyi, and Shi Hen's Demon Spirit Armor was naturally considerably better than even Top-Grade Demon Spirit Armor.
Top-Grade Demon Spirit Armor was the limit for the vast majority of the Demon Hall's experts, but someone like Shi Hen, the Commander of the Hidden Demon Guard, was a different matter.
They could modify Top-Grade Demon Spirit Armor themselves to make it even more powerful.
Ignoring his injuries, Huang Xiao looked toward Pang Yi.
Pang Yi was in much the same situation as he was. He, too, held a small dart identical to Huang Xiao's.
Pang Yi's expression was ugly, and a trace of blood hung at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, the hidden weapon had injured him as well.
"Damn you! You played dirty!" Pang Yi roared.
Yang Tun's eyes went wide. He had never expected his trump card to fail.
It had merely inflicted minor injuries on the two