Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1269.5- Lucy's tears (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 985: Chaotic Battle
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 196: Combat Sub-Classes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1269- Lucy's tears
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 660: Battle of Emperors (Middle part)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 374: Dead End
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 295: Anomaly
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1268.5- Finally seven colored (2)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 44.3
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 358 - Dungeon Upgrade; Blame Dongfang Shun
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1268- Finally seven colored
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 659: Battle of Emperors (First part)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 373: Study of Law of Force
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1267- Big Upgrade (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 294: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1266- Huge upgrade
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 357 - Reckless Words
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 658: The Emperor Is in the Desolate North
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Plumes of smoke rose up all around the inside of the Fire Beacon Smoke Net Formation.
Peng Yaolong chopped with his palm again and again, and even though he was at the Mortal Shedding Realm and possessed a formidable body, he was panting for breath from exhaustion. But he did not stop.
Various traps were constantly rotating through the formation, unleashing their might. An energy pillar shot out of the earth and turned into a sharp blade of wind that whistled toward the group. Lightning would occasionally come out of nowhere and crack down. Worst of all were the constant waves of fire that came in from all sides. The callous flames roasted the Basking Moon students while poisonous fumes made it more and more difficult for them to breathe.
The Basking Moon students had to group up, forming a defensive circle to fend off the surrounding traps. In this situation, even Peng Yaolong, who was accustomed to pushing through everything with sheer force, had to abandon his domineering style and take targeted countermeasures.
When wind blades came, he would dodge what he could rather than striking every one of them down. When lightning cracked down, he would share whatever burden he could share rather than bearing it all. In the face of the inextinguishable fire and the poisonous fumes, using blasts of wind from his palms to sweep them away was much better than just enduring it all with his body. When numerous spell arts came his way, he had to consider the pros and cons of using this or that spell art. A barrier that would shatter after taking exactly such-and-such number of attacks couldn't be considered to have maximized its value. Rather, true value was when the barrier shattered after the attack and the remnants of the attack hit him but only caused pain, dealing no injury.
Peng Yaolong had never liked this sort of calculating combat style, but now, he had to do it. Every sliver of magic power saved was a little longer he could last, a small boost to their chances of turning the t
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