Kapitel 522: Grade Twelve Spell

Wang Ling's protective golden light was so strong that even a Venerated immortal couldn't breach it.

Although Wind Spirit was blown back, he wasn't heavily injured. That had just been an experimental attack just now, to test how powerful the golden light shield was. In the end, not only was he sent flying, even his entire left arm turned numb!

"What an amazing golden light shield…" Wind Spirit marveled in his heart.

Good thing he had been smart enough not to go all out!

Otherwise, the backlash from the golden light shield would have given him a taste of his own medicine.

The energy inside Wind Spirit churned abnormally when he was in berserker mode, and black wisps started to coalesce and recreate the arm which Wang Ling had destroyed earlier.