As soon as the thought of fleeing arose in the White Protector's mind, the feeling of being locked on by that overwhelming force surged back to the forefront.
He realized that Owen's punch had already locked onto him, leaving him no choice but to retrieve a special staff from his storage ring and grip it tightly in his hand.
This staff was adorned with five dragon heads, each in a different vibrant color, emanating a restless aura.
The dragons seemed almost alive, and under the infusion of his mana, they roared to the heavens, echoing across the sky.
Boom!
Just as Owen's massive Dharma Form was about to crush the White Protector, the Dragon Staff suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
It was as if five ferocious dragons leapt from the staff, coiling above the White Protector like pillars holding up the sky, blocking Owen's punch.