The impact rang out like a thunderclap. The force behind the strike was enough to split stone and shatter defenses but it stopped.
A thick, ancient looking turtle shell had appeared before Lin Feng, forming a barrier that completely blocked the attack.
The shell radiated a faint, mysterious glow, its surface etched with patterns that seemed to contain an unyielding defensive will. The strike collided with it and dispersed like water hitting an immovable cliff.
Lin Feng did not move. Not even a tremor passed through his body. Shi Dong's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat.
"It's his ring!" he exclaimed inwardly, shock flashing across his mind.
He had clearly seen it and the ring on Lin Feng's finger had leapt outward at the moment of impact, transforming into this powerful defensive treasure. A protective artifact of such caliber…
Even he felt a trace of unease. But that unease was quickly drowned by anger since he knew that that treasure came from his minion Guo Han.
