Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou, seeing the situation, one wielding a shovel and the other a mace, crazily struck at him, but could not break through this protective barrier.
Zhao Lu Hai looked at Li Zhiyuan with a smile:
"You don't ask them to save their strength?"
Li Zhiyuan didn't call a halt and continued to wield his skill, trying everything regardless of its usefulness.
Zhao Lu Hai mused: "Which family are you from, lad? Such a young age, yet you have learned so much."
Li Zhiyuan still said nothing.
Zhao Lu Hai continued: "Don't waste your energy. I'm only concerned you might take this lamp away, not at all worried you can extinguish it.
How can a lamp, whose flame isn't even here, possibly be put out?"
Li Zhiyuan ignored him still, pulling out talisman paper and a small Compass, continuing to try to extinguish the lamp.
Zhao Lu Hai: "Stop wasting your efforts, and tell those two to stop."
As he spoke, Zhao Lu Hai's legs had already half restored.
