The demonic patterns on the shields also changed, turning into chains that fastened them firmly to one end of the staff.
The burly man in the silver cloak was startled. He had never expected his opponent to have prepared so many hidden measures.
All he needed was one forceful shake. Fierce as the shield seemed, it could no longer remain clamped onto his staff. But even that would take a fraction of a moment, leaving him no time to sweep the staff into the charging Mu Sha.
"Let's see just how strong your defenses are!"
The burly man in the silver cloak pulled both hands back and roared. Abandoning his staff artifact, he unleashed waves of magical power from his hands, battering Mu Sha.
Bang, bang, bang...
In less than half a breath, Mu Sha was sent flying like a torn burlap sack. He trailed a long black afterimage before crashing heavily toward the ground.
At that moment, the clothes over the silver-cloaked man's chest had been shredded, and bloody scratches crisscrossed his skin.
The burly man panted heavily several times, horror already showing in his eyes.
He's cultivated the "Variegated White Bone Armor" to this level? He can actually break through a Nascent Soul Cultivator's protective spiritual light...
Of course, he knew what those mottled bone spikes on Mu Sha's body were. They came from a self-mutilating cultivation art of the Black Devil Race, the "Variegated White Bone Armor."
Mu Sha, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, had used that bone armor in a desperate, all-out gamble. First, he had used a trick to hold the man's artifact in place, preventing it from immediately returning to defend him.
Then Mu Sha had unleashed the Black Devil Race's strongest close-quarters attack, launching a frenzied assault