Listening to the taunting of the Flowing Gold Guest, Ning Zhuo's eyes flickered slightly, his expression calm as he directed most of his Divine Sense to manage the Defensive Wheel Slash Formation.
The swords, blades, axes, and hooks no longer aimed to slash vital points, but to suppress and entangle instead. The Sword Armor pressured the shoulder of the Flowing Gold Guest, the Sword Armor forced him to turn, the Axe Armor intercepted his charge, and the Hook Armor restricted his steps.
The Humbleheart Broken-Blade Guard on the other side was fully entangled with the Blood Talisman Clone of the Flowing Gold Guest, unable to offer support.
Chun Yangzi frowned slightly, the scripture on his Red Gold Robe seemed to dim a bit.
The Red Robe Guest tapped the armrest, unable to suppress a grin, "Why is this kid dragging on so hard? Why hasn't he revealed more of his hand?"
