? Chapter 951: Battle
Monstrous Killing Intent
As the battle unfolded, Joan Of Arc originally wanted to go and help. However, when she saw Wan Xin, who was on the verge of collapse, her figure flashed, and she supported Wan Xin. < -
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"Sister Xin'er, are you alright?"
Looking at Wan Xin's pale face, Joan Of Arc asked worriedly. Her bright eyes were glistening with tears.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine after resting for a while!"
Although Wan Xin wanted to pretend that she was fine, the sharp pain in her head made her face even paler. She almost fainted. If not for Joan Of Arc supporting her, she would have fallen to the ground.
"Sister Xin'er, don't say anymore. Hurry up and rest!"
Joan Of Arc brought her back to the ground and advised her with a sobbing tone.
"Okay!"
Wan Xin also did not want to continue to forcefully endure, because if this left behind any hidden injuries, it would be even more troublesome. Thus, she consumed a few Elixirs to calm her mind, closed her eyes, and began to recover.
It was a tough battle. As soon as Haotian fought with Wu Yun, his expression changed. Only then did he understand why Joan Of Arc could not take him down.
The Shaman Bloodline.
He quickly understood that even if he used his full strength, they would only be evenly matched. Neither side could do anything to the other.
As for the disciples of the Xuantian Palace and the four people from the Shaman Spirit Clan, there was not much difference between them. It was impossible to determine the victor in a short period of time. It was only when a few of them fought against one of them that they could call it a tie.
To deal with the Shaman Spirit Clan, the Human Clan also had a certain tactic, which was to wear them down.
The tyrannical Shaman Energy could attack a person's soul. Every time they collided, the soul would be affected. The use of the Shaman Spirit Clan could change this disadvantage.
"Damn it! Damn it! I'll definitely refine all of you into puppets!"
Wu Yun leapt up and down as she let out a shrill howl once again. Upon seeing that, the four Shaman Spirits also let out shrill howls one after another. Their ear-piercing howls travelled far.
"Oh no, Junior Sister Ling 'er, hurry up and bring Junior Sister Xin' er away from here!"
Upon seeing this, Haotian's expression changed. He wanted to force the fellow in front of him to retreat, but he was unable to do so. In the end, he could only shout at Joan Of Arc who was not far away.
He understood the importance of Joan Of Arc to Xuantian Palace. She must not be killed here. Otherwise, he would be the sinner of Xuantian Palace.
"But …"
Joan Of Arc was a little hesitant. She knew that if she left, Haotian and the others would undoubtedly fall into a desperate situation.
They had come to save her, so abandoning them and running away on her own would make her feel uneasy.
"Run! Do you want all of us to die here?!"
Upon seeing her hesitation, Haotian became extremely anxious and immediately roared at her.
Just as Joan Of Arc clenched her teeth and wanted to leave with Wan Xin, it was already too late...
"Chi chi, …"
The sound of air being torn apart rang out continuously as members of the Shaman Spirit Clan rushed over from all directions. In just a few moments, over a dozen members of the Shaman Spirit Clan had rushed over and surrounded the area.
"All of you, attack! Kill all of them! I want to refine them into puppets!"
Wu Yun shouted loudly. He abandoned Haotian and directly charged at Joan Of Arc.
It was obvious that he was still brooding over the fact that Joan Of Arc had killed his trusted aide. He wholeheartedly wanted to capture her and ruthlessly torture her in order to make up for the pain of losing his trusted aide.
Although Haotian wanted to stop him, he was quickly surrounded by the Shaman Spirit Clan. In just a few moments, a disciple of Xuantian Palace had already fallen.
It was the same for Joan Of Arc. She was once again caught in a bitter battle with Wu Yun and had no time to care about anything else.
"Ah!!!"
Another disciple of Xuantian Palace held his head and miserably cried out. Blood flowed from his seven apertures and he fell.
"Kill!"
The member of the Shaman Spirit Clan who had killed a disciple of Xuantian Palace swept his eyes around and saw Wan Xin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He immediately rushed over and directly took her head. He did not show the slightest bit of mercy.
"En!"
Although Wan Xin was in the middle of adjusting her breathing, she was still able to react quickly when the killing intent attacked her. She endured the headache and turned her hand to send out a Frost Palm Print. Although she was lucky enough to escape, she was still sent flying. She spat out a mouthful of blood and her vision became blurry. The whole world was shaking in front of her.
"Sister Xin 'er!"
Seeing that the member of the Shaman Spirit Clan dashed over again, Joan Of Arc was still unable to separate herself. She immediately let out a cry that sounded like a cuckoo crying blood. She was caught off guard and was almost ambushed by Wu Yun. Even so, her blood was boiling and she felt a sharp pain in her head. She had no choice but to deal with the strong enemy in front of her.
"Die!"
The member of the Shaman Spirit Clan had a ferocious and terrifying expression. The lumps on his face were like the bubbles in the gutter. It was very disgusting. He condensed a stream of wizard power in his hand and directly stabbed at the head of Wan Xin, who had no ability to resist.
If he succeeded, Wan Xin's soul would definitely be destroyed.
"En!"
Hearing the ferocious laughter coming from his mouth, Wan Xin subconsciously stood up and wanted to avoid it. However, she fell again. Just as she was about to close her eyes and wait for death to come, she realized that her body did not touch the hard ground. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.
"It's so familiar …"
Just as she was about to struggle, she smelled a scent from the depths of her memory. She gave up struggling and tried hard to open her eyes. In her haziness, she saw a face that she had yearned for day and night.
"Brother Hao …"
Tears flowed down her cheeks. She took a deep look at him and slowly closed her eyes.
It was obvious that she thought this was a dream.
It should be known that Feng Hao was in the Sky Martial Continent. How could he have come to the Primordial World? How could he have come to the Origin World?
Subconsciously, she felt that this was impossible. Perhaps the Heavens had heard her last prayer. That was why this illusion appeared in front of her.
"Xin 'er, Xin' er, wake up!"
Looking at the pale face in front of him, Feng Hao felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was as if it was being torn apart. Moreover, there was a sharp blade slowly cutting it.
This kind of pain went deep into his soul.
"Go to hell!"
The member of the Shaman Spirit Clan was only slightly stunned. Then, he immediately charged toward Feng Hao.
Swoosh!
A shadow flashed, and a large, ugly head flew into the sky. Blood spurted like a fountain and dyed the surrounding ground red. In the end, it fell to the ground like a wooden stake.
"Brother Hao!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Wan Xin was stunned and excited. Then, a wave of dizziness hit her. She immediately fell into a coma and fell into Feng Hao's arms.
"Xin 'er!"
After confirming that Wan Xin had only fallen into a coma, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, a cold murderous intent spread between heaven and earth …
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