Shen Pojun’s face was deathly pale. Pain wracked the entirety of his body as he tried to resist the aftermath of being struck. Teeth gritted, he snapped his head up to glare at the next ball coming down onto him.

The next soul armament he’d use to protect himself would be the shield, he decided. It was very possible his soulbound armament would be destroyed, but that was fine. Not even the destruction of his parasol would be too heavy a price to pay to withstand this attack!

It wasn’t just him that was suffering from the battle. Gu Lianhun’s soulforce...