Just as Chen Yuan's golden eyes turned, about to unleash his Heavenly Eye Divine Light, he frowned, and his wings behind him suddenly flared open and shut, the golden Divine Feathers protecting him.
The next moment, a wave flickered in the blood-soaked maw below, and a black shadow emerged, seemingly teleporting, like a ghostly figure, directly shooting toward Chen Yuan.
"Clang!"
A sound like a great bell shook the air.
A black shadow wielding a White Bone Snake Spear struck against the Golden Wings, shattering several feathers; sparks flew like volcanic eruptions.
The shadow was none other than the Martial Saint Old Ghost. At this moment, his murky eyes emitted a cold glint of sheer astonishment.
Not successful!
His charged sneak attack had merely severed a few feathers; how strong is this guy's defense?
Before he could mull it over, a chilling fear crept into his heart.
