“Father!” Hu Laoye roared out, his shout filled with deep resentment.
Linghu Qingqing’s Undying Heart Lamp in her hand flickered, and three silver flames, each about the size of a fist, shot out and formed a triangular barrier before him.
With a tremendous “bang,”
Wu Tie couldn’t see clearly what had happened—only a shadow flickered before his eyes.
The three silver flames sprayed out from the Undying Heart Lamp exploded into countless tiny glowing sparks that scattered wildly through the sky.
Linghu Qingqing’s right hand held up a nine-foot-tall translucent figure like colored glaze, within which thirty-six great Dao-tatted divine embryos resembling mighty dragons were retreating rapidly.
While retreating, Linghu Qingqing coughed up blood.
Ao Chi’s strike shattered the silver flames sprayed from the Undying Heart Lamp and directly struck Linghu Qingqing’s internal organs and hands.
Wu Tie had witnessed firsthand just how powerful the Undying Heart Lamp was in the hands of Elder Da Fang.
Though Linghu Qingqing had yet to fully master the lamp’s full refining abilities, its defensive strength was still not weak.
Ao Chi’s blow was so mighty that an alarm bell rang sharply in Wu Tie’s heart.