Qiming and his soldiers raised their assault rifles once again, aiming at the Demon-Suppressing Stele and opening fire, while tossing fragmentation grenades at them one after another.
"Si Ren, think of something quick, I can't hold on much longer!" Blood seeped from the corner of Xuanqiu's mouth. The shockwave of the grenade explosions left his entire body weak and aching, and the ice shield before him was fracturing at a visible rate, threatening to shatter into pieces at any moment.
Meanwhile, the Corpse King stood off to the side with arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold sneer.
Chapter 377