Come, the second strike once again landed on the massive Time Shield. The shield began to tremble violently.
Behind the shield, the tendons on Black Armor's beautiful forehead burst, as a bead of sweat rolled down and evaporated into steam before it could reach the ground.
Clearly, at this moment, the ones in black were under tremendous pressure. Initially, he believed that, with his experience dealing with enemies, he must be able to handle this understanding for the future generations.
Unexpectedly, Ming Yuan didn't give him any opportunity to attack. From the very start, Ming Yuan's fierce strikes were a special assault, an extremely invasive tactic, forcing Black Armor soldiers to fall directly into heavy defensive positions.
In a passive situation, the ones in black found it impossible to counterattack. It was good for the people today to find a defense that could comprehend pain, but they couldn't win at all.
"Bang!"
