"What happened?" Yang Juang looked at the scene with confusion. What he saw was the life power and qi power of Niao Tian, the kind of bird, which was so powerful it had been destroyed in a blink. There was nothing left, not even the true fire core of life that had been passed down through generations of the blood of the Zhuque.
"How was that possible? Is there a formation that is this wicked?" Ao Guang started to be scared.
"There is no time to think." Yang Juang had just spoken when the light from the Divine Dragon cannon rushed towards Ao Guang immediately.
Yang Juang spun his baton to fight off the light from the cannon. Ao Guang also helped to get rid of the light that escaped from the baton's protective radius.
"This is not good. They are coming nonstop, and there also are these small lights." Ao Guang could feel the death that was crawling towards him.