After losing the support of the pink undershirt, the meteors that had been resisted suddenly came down like a torrential rain.
The seven-foot-long sword hurriedly tried to fend off one meteor, but its blade, already full of gaps, was smashed into a limp belt within a few moments, unable to harden again.
Yankong's shorts fared even worse. They could initially fend off some debris, but the meteors, having been held up by the pink undershirt, converged in one place.
Now, a heap of meteors rained down together, and the shorts were directly torn, making Yankong the first to be unlucky. A flaming rock as large as a basin came crashing down on his bewildered face.
Yan Bing didn't fare much better; the shorts pressed down on him and Wang Xiao'Er, continuously bombarding them from above with meteors.
The many cultivators who were watching changed their expressions, backing away another hundred meters, watching helplessly as three figures were continuously bombarded by the meteor shower.
