Young Girl
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The space storm was like a hurricane, sweeping everything in its path. It sounded like a roaring beast from the depths of an ancient forest tearing everything in its path. The storm completely distorted the space outside the shield. Xiao Luo was rapidly using up his True Inner Force against the intensifying storm as the protective layer that shielded him was weakening.
"Hold... hold on, please..."
With the storm tearing through the barrier, the Duck Emperor succumbed to the pressure. He spat out some blood and fell into a coma.
Xiao Luo was not faring any better. His body was getting weaker, and he was feeling extremely uncomfortable as the storm penetrated the shield. It felt like a sharp blade slicing at his body and inflicting dozens of cut wounds.
One second, two seconds...