The timing was perfect; Jin Gu Gang's protective light shield suddenly retracted into his body, covering the Crystal Core.
Jin Gu Gang tensed up.
The flying sword emerged from the left, screeching as it attacked.
Jin Gu Gang threw a punch, and the flying sword quivered like a rope, beginning to coil around his fist and winding up his right arm before gently sliding off.
His arm's fine scales were shattered by the Black Shell, and had not yet recovered.
Jin Gu Gang's arm was scraped, and he hastily swung his arm, flinging the flying sword away.
The expressions of those present were indescribable.
Just, that's it?
Jin Gu Gang kept his eyes on the Black Shell, still managing a sneer at this sudden and despicable attacker.
The only effect of the scratch that had torn the fine scales and skin on Jin Gu Gang's arm was pain, which could easily heal with a wash of his Spiritual Energy.
Wang Jixuan's sword finger trembled, and the flying sword charged forward again.