Ma Zimo saw this scene, his face suddenly changed.
A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he once again slapped the gourd before quickly summoning an umbrella.
This greenish-blue umbrella hovered over Ma Zimo's head, and the barrier formed from the light splashing out from each umbrella rib, enveloping Ma Zimo within it.
Countless flying swords swarmed like a swarm of bees, hitting the barrier produced by the umbrella, and the color of the barrier rapidly dimmed.
Ma Zimo gritted his teeth, enduring it to the death, yet viciousness flashed in his eyes, his gaze turning toward a certain spot in the void.
Lin Chen was manipulating the flying sword, lightly attacking, and as she saw Ma Zimo was about to be unable to defend, she was preparing to accelerate the attack, when suddenly a gust of wind appeared beside her.
What is this!
Lin Chen was shocked, and in the next moment, something swept past in front of her and then fiercely shot at Lin Chen's forehead.
Can't see it!
