After Li Yan joined the pincer attack, in merely five breaths, the tall, thin man being battered felt so stifled he was about to explode.
He possessed heaven-reaching divine abilities and cultivation, yet he could not unleash even the slightest bit of them. One wrong step led to wrong steps all the way.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt as though streaks of blazing fire were scorching his skin. His body, still being forced to move, began to twitch in ways utterly at odds with its forward and backward movements.
Then waves of weakness and limpness spread through his meridians. The spiritual power that had been constantly gathering only to be scattered could no longer continue to condense.
In that brief instant when his spiritual power failed to keep up, the tall, thin man's face immediately filled with boundless terror.
Boom!
A sheet of red light shot into the sky. With his spiritual power failing, his spiritual energy shield could no longer be maintained.
"No!"
The tall, thin man let out one final scream, incomparably shrill. His voice pierced straight through the heavens, carrying thick, unwilling resentment!
One had to know that he still possessed quite a few defensive magic treasures and talismans. But he had regarded the people before him as nothing more than a school of small fish and shrimp.
How could they possibly be worth taking out those treasures for? Yet when he wanted to use them now, it was already too late.
Thus, at the instant that red light made its final surge upward, without the defense of his protective light barrier, his fleshly body was as fragile as an infant before these two formidable body cultivators.
After the flesh and blood exploded, much of it melded into the red light, filling the sky with