For foreign cultivators, the orb released by the Red Knight was not unfamiliar.
It represented the power of Divine Cultivation, similar to magic and shields.
When Lin Hao threw his punch, he felt as if he was hitting a very resilient balloon. All his power, in an instant, was dissolved by the orb.
"Give up, Huaxia man, you cannot break my Holy Shield, the only thing waiting for you is death!"
Within the shield, the Red Knight remained still, not even lifting his head, but his voice was already declaring that he had won this round!
"Give up?"
Lin Hao sneered: "The word 'give up' does not exist in my dictionary; do you think you have won just by hiding in a turtle shell?"
Shield?
Law?
Once the Immortal Emperor, Lin Hao naturally understood a truth.
A single force can break a myriad laws, and there is nothing in the universe that a powerful attack cannot shatter.
In the face of absolute power, any defense will collapse like decay.
"Break!"
