Almost dying

The gold light of the brilliant shield, the only Imperial Artifact in Liu Feng's possession, shone throughout the dark vastness. 

With the skies darkened by the tribulation clouds above, the golden light that came from Liu Feng's shield blinded many. But it wasn't the brightest in the fight. 

Long Xian's claws were a terror inducing red, a red that made bloods boil. This glow made Liu Feng feel like hell itself came to him, boiling him where he stood. 

And the attack wasn't near him yet. 

The moment he assumed his defensive stance, the barriers that came from the skill that he used stacked up against each other. 

They had a blue tint, and felt like multiple bee hives sandwiched together. And from an angle, it looked like a mirror. 

Liu Feng bit his lips. His lips had already turned blue by now, and his eyes were shaking, his legs trembling. This was not from the pressure.