Chen Ke lunged to the left, hurling a Spiritual Power Crystal Gun at the creature above, only to hear a loud explosion as the Crystal Gun hit the creature and scattered into countless blue energy streams, reflecting back to the ground like flowers scattered by heavenly maidens.
The creature's eight limbs thudded loudly, but Chen Ke dodged swiftly, escaping through the gaps between the fingers and slipped to the corner of the wall with a lucky and joyful grin on his face.
This creature was immune to Magic, it could even reflect it back; the useful Spiritual Power Crystal Gun was now of no use.
"Richter?! Are you still alive?"
Chen Ke ran towards the distant wall, continually maneuvering while shouting at Richter's corpse.
He had applied a self-healing buff to himself, unsure of his recovery status, but Chen Ke had seen him badly wounded just a moment ago—it seemed his abilities might not save him.
"That's... that's Yamidala..." Richter's weak voice came from the other end.
