Zhao Yang waved his hand, summoning a golden shield to block the thunderbolt arrows fired by Lin Chang'sheng.
This artifact was named the Fiery Sun Shield, a Middle Grade Celestial Spiritual Treasure, fully capable of withstanding the assaults of ordinary Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures.
But at this moment, the Divine Thunder Bow wielded by Lin Chang'sheng was not a Spirit Treasure, but a genuine Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure.
For a Spirit Treasure to withstand a blow from an Immortal Treasure was anything but easy.
That was why Zhao Yang was so flustered—he wasn't at all certain he'd survive.
But right now, he had no other way—he could only stake everything on this.
Bang! Bang! Bang!—
Three thunderbolt arrows struck the Fiery Sun Shield in succession, erupting in deafening thunderclaps.
With the explosive force, Zhao Yang was hurled backward, his arm veins bulged with strain, his throat grew sweet—he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
