The golden shield slammed down to deflect a crushing overhead blow from Gu Jian's staff, the impact jarring Fang Yuan to his bones and making the golden light sputter.
It swept desperately to disperse a concentrated cloud of Lin Pe's Sleep Dust billowing towards his face.
He moved with inhuman speed and precision, conserving qi where possible, but the sheer volume and coordination of the attacks were relentless.
Sweat mixed with the blood trickling from his nose and split lip.
His breaths came sharp and fast.
"Keep pressing!" Gu Lanyue's voice, strained but venomous, cut through the din from where he struggled to rise.
"He just unleashed Four Stars! From the display of that technique, it definitely devours qi like a black hole! He must be running on fumes! Don't let him breathe! Drain him dry!"
Fang Yuan internally scoffed, even as he narrowly avoided a vine lash that tore a gash in his robe. Fumes? Hardly.
