Bang!
A giant force collided fiercely against Yang Yan's faint golden protective shield, sparks flying and thunder roaring.
"Not bad, this shield is quite good," the woman smiled slightly and said to Yang Yan.
Obviously, Yang Yan's shield pleased her, and her words were not insincere or sarcastic.
However, although barely withstanding the first attack, Yang Yan did not relax at all. Instead, he heightened his senses, not daring to be careless.
Because the woman hadn't used any Magical Treasure, yet could unleash such a powerful force with just her hands.
"But..."
The woman paused, then her hands surged with blood qi.
Yang Yan immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, as if the entire sky suddenly weighed upon him.
Accompanied by the woman's words "still too weak," his protective shield instantly cracked and shattered with a crisp sound.
Suddenly, spiritual power danced wildly, whipping up terrifying storms.
