The wound on the neck was still bleeding, the severed trachea not yet reattached. Duan Qiaofeng's eyes bulged, his face flushed red, almost using the last of his strength to fling out a stack of talismans.
This stack had more than thirty talismans, and in his panic, Duan Qiaofeng couldn't care about anything else and threw them all out at once.
The next moment, rumbling explosions resounded, mixed with waves of brilliant blue light amidst the blast.
Not far away, Yang Zhenshan noticed this, forming a spell with his hands, thoughts racing through his mind.
The Green Glow Sword darting through the air under his control gained a bit of variation.
The initially barely perceptible streak of light suddenly burst into a radiant glow, and if one could see through the dazzling brilliance, they would find that the previously steadily flying Green Glow Sword had now started spinning at high speed.
"Break for me!"
