This time, the shield could no longer hold and shattered instantly. Then, the fist continued its momentum and struck his chest directly.
He screamed and flew backward, crashing into a pile of straw. Fortunately, his protective shield absorbed most of the force of the punch; otherwise, he would probably have died on the spot.
Nevertheless, he was still seriously injured and would not be able to fight again for a while.
The eight wandering masters of the Demonic Sect are all people with extremely rich combat experience. Apart from being a little surprised at first, they have now come to their senses.
They all activated their elemental armor, and when the opponent attacked the Water Wanderer, they also used their own methods to attack the opponent.
Almost the instant Mosquito Taoist broke through Water Mistman's protective shield, a dense thicket of thorns suddenly appeared on the ground where she stood, clearly Wood Mistman's attempt to trap him.
Mosquito Taoist leaped into the air with a light touch of her toes, but the menacing thorns on the ground seemed to come alive, extending upwards and forming several green vines that wrapped around her legs.
Her expression turned cold, and with a flick of her whisk, the originally soft silk threads seemed to transform into incredibly sharp wire saws, directly enveloping the ferocious and enormous thorny vines. Then, with a casual twist, the thick thorns were instantly shredded into pieces, scattering various green sap everywhere, filling the air with the scent of a lawnmower from her past life.
At this moment, countless golden rays shot towards her, clearly Jin Sanren's unique weapon. He chose a very tricky time, taking advantage of her dealing with the others to block all her escape routes.
This time, he didn't hold back like he did when attacking Zaun before; the force contained in each abacus was enough to shatter the boulder.
He and Bing Sanren were the closest of friends. Seeing him die so tragically filled him with resentment and anger, so he showed no mercy in his attack.
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Mosquito Taoist snorted, turned around, and transformed into a swarm of black mosquitoes with colorful legs.
The once densely packed abacus beads suddenly seemed sparse in comparison to the swarm of mosquitoes.
Jin Sanren fully experienced what it meant to use a cannon to kill a mosquito. The swarm of mosquitoes changed formations so easily that his all-out attack completely missed its target!
"Mosquito Taoist, the Mosquito Taoist of the Blood Clan!" A startled voice rang out.
The eight independent martial artists of the Demonic Sect were experienced in the martial arts world, and someone quickly recognized the other party's identity based on this scene.
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