It bought Fang Qingyu incredibly precious maneuvering space.
Almost simultaneously as Wei Banmeng made a move!
At the top of the giant rock in the center of the pit bottom.
Jiang Wei's small figure remained motionless.
Those clear eyes of melted gold coldly locked onto a shadow in the ruins!
A Shadow Weaver had just materialized most of its body, and an invisible web of pain was about to cover the gorge's entrance defense line!
"Sss!"
A beam of dark red, refined to the extreme, pierced through the void like a red-hot steel needle in an instant!
Shot precisely into the deepest part of that shadow!
"Aaah—!"
The Shadow Weaver emitted a silent soul wail, and the shadow instantly collapsed.
While another beam of dark red shot like foresight into a gap in the armor on the head of the Thousand-legged Iron Centipede, just pierced open by Fang Qingyu and eroded by thunder fire.
Fwoosh!
