The next moment, the tough, gray cloth—two or three times the size of a door panel—let out a mournful cry. A small, finger-sized hole had been pierced through this Tier Two Lower Grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact. The edges of the hole were scorched black, and a faint smell of something burning hung in the air.
The blinding golden Talismanic Light Shield was pierced through like glass, shattering like paper and dissipating.
A hole appeared in the third layer, the Magical Power Shield.
A deep hole appeared on the forehead of the Black Robe Cultivator it was protecting, directly piercing through his skull!
It went clean through.
The Flame burned within his brain, sputtering and sizzling.
"Ah—"
The Black Robe Cultivator only had time to let out half a scream before his life was extinguished, and he died on the spot.
The fact that he had pursued them to rob and kill meant he likely had other powerful techniques, but in the end, he never got the chance to use them.
