Chapter 1102: Trade and Advancement (7)

Pfft!

The silk threads before her eyes warped violently.

A metal object struck the threads and was firmly stuck to them.

However, that metal was moving too fast, its kinetic energy too great.

The various silk threads wrapped around it, were pulled terribly taut, yet it still slammed heavily into Tang Ruan's leg armor.

Boom!

The tremendous impact dented the armor on Tang Ruan's right leg, and at the same time sent her reeling backward several steps.

After the metal object knocked Tang Ruan back, its trajectory shifted, and it was further torn by the silk threads, finally burying itself deep into the floor.

Crack!

The floor burst apart, stone fragments flying.

Tang Ruan already had her shield off, deflecting the stone fragments.

Almost at the same moment, orange-red flames burst forth—Zhuang Ya's fire had already erupted.

Qi Yue had also drawn her blade, moonlight manifesting. The two iron gauntlets at her chest were vibrating, her auxiliary arms about to extend.

Zhao Chi also saw the enemy.

Naturally, it was that orc.

The orc's expression was blank, the massive axe in his hand gleaming with silver light.

Surrounding him were his six followers, the light in their hands blinding.

The light of spiritual techniques flashed, but there was no way to tell what spiritual techniques they were, let alone dodge them.

Although Gu Qing and the others moved extremely fast, the opponents moved faster.

After all, they had launched a surprise attack and had long been prepared.

The air was filled with a chill.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Over a dozen semi-transparent, thick ice spears materialized out of thin air, savagely blasting toward Gu Qing.

Clang—!

Two blade auras condensed into cold blades.

Anyone who didn't know would think enormous blades had appeared from another dimension.

The blade auras were silent as ghosts, instantly slashing toward Qi Yue.

Bzzzzz~

The sound of electric current.

Four clusters of purple lightning appeared, tracing curved paths, flashing with thunderous roars as they surged toward Zhuang Ya.

Also, a strange, indescribable orange scent appeared, permeating the air—no one knew what it was.

The orc's axe had already been thrown, growing larger and larger in the air, silver light pouring down, spiritual power spreading, making one's scalp tingle.

The axe blade became enormously huge, completely covering Gu Qing, Qi Yue, and Zhuang Ya—the three of them.