Lin Feng's Cyan Frost Sword was slicing at the place where the Flaming Scorpion's tail had been torn by the Golden Demon Vulture, and the giant pincers of the Flaming Scorpion were also approaching him. If he didn't dodge in time, he would inevitably be buried under these pincers.
Now it was too late to evade; the only thing he could do was to use his hands to block. Just when Lin Feng was extremely anxious, a white light flickered between his eyebrows and shot directly towards the pincers of the Flaming Scorpion.
Immediately, the attack was deflected to more than a meter away, and Lin Feng took this opportunity to quickly retreat backward, which can be described as miraculous and extremely dangerous.
"You brat, you're always so impulsive in your actions. This time, my soul power has decreased by another layer; let's see how you'll compensate me," Sword Spirit's dissatisfied voice came through.
