130: Ancient Shield

Wang Han felt as if he wasn't grabbing an arm, but a colossal pillar rooted deep within the earth's core.

He exerted all his strength, his face flushed crimson, yet Lin Yu's feet seemed to have grown roots, not budging an inch.

"You!"

Wang Han was both shocked and enraged, a breath caught in his chest, almost failing to come up.

What time was it now!

Why was this nephew so stubborn!

"Uncle Wang."

Lin Yu finally spoke.

He gently placed his hand on Wang Han's wrist, which was bulging with veins from exertion.

A warm and peaceful energy, flowing through the point of contact, silently transferred over.

Wang Han's heart, which had been wildly pounding from extreme fear and anger, suddenly slowed.

The string in his mind, stretched to its limit, also inexplicably relaxed.

The towering rage, the bone-deep chill, seemed to be gently caressed by an invisible hand, instantly calming down by more than half.

He was completely stunned.

What… what was going on?

"You..." Wang Han opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his frantic emotions were nowhere to be found.

Lin Yu didn't explain.

He just raised his other hand and snapped his fingers crisply in front of Wang Han.

Snap.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

A soft, warm, white halo, centered on Lin Yu's fingertip, suddenly spread out, enveloping Wang Han.

Primordial Snap stored skill — Primordial-grade Redemption of Light!

Wang Han only felt an indescribable warm current instantly engulf his entire body.

The searing pain in his back, where he had just been hit by rubble, vanished without a trace in an instant.

No.

It wasn't just this new injury.

He felt that his lumbar spine, which had been somewhat stiff from years of desk work, now felt incredibly comfortable.

Even an old injury from his youth, when he worked abroad, his left shoulder, which would subtly ache on rainy days, now felt not the slightest discomfort.

The chronic ailments that had accumulated in his body with age seemed to have been completely cleansed by a mysterious force.

He felt as if he had grown ten years younger!

Wang Han was utterly bewildered.

He subconsciously moved his shoulders and twisted his waist, his face full of disbelief.

The pain, it was truly all gone!

"Dad!"

Wang Qingxuan's cries pulled him back to reality; the little girl was still terrified, her face pale, clinging tightly to his arm.

Even Lin Yu's strange soothing power couldn't dispel her instinctive fear of the apocalyptic scene before her.

Wang Han hadn't yet had time to process the astonishing changes in his body.

In the arena, an even more terrifying energy fluctuation erupted once again!

Rumble!

This impact was more than ten times more violent than before!

It was no longer a simple spread of airwaves.

The buildings on both sides of the street, those already crumbling shops, collapsed and disintegrated instantly before this destructive power, like paper!

Steel bars twisted, bricks and stones exploded!

Countless architectural debris was swept high into the sky, then transformed into an even more deadly "rubble rain," covering all directions!

"Watch out!"

Wang Han's body reacted faster than his brain.

He was about to try the same trick again, using his body to create a small safe zone for the two children.

However, a hand calmly and powerfully pressed down on his shoulder.

It was Lin Yu.

Lin Yu took a step forward, standing in front of Wang Han and Wang Qingxuan.

He didn't even turn his head.

He simply raised one hand casually, fingers splayed, facing the oncoming torrent of buildings, enough to crush a person into a pulp.

"Rise."

One word.

The earth responded.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble violently.

Deep cracks spread outwards from Lin Yu.

Immediately after, under the horrified gaze of Wang Han and Wang Qingxuan, an entire section of rocky ground, several meters thick, was forcefully peeled from the earth by an irresistible Giant Strength, rising from the ground!

It flipped and deformed in mid-air, finally transforming into a massive and heavy stone shield, firmly blocking the three of them!

Primordial-grade, Stone Shield!

The next second.

The world-destroying shockwave, carrying tons of architectural debris, slammed fiercely into the shield!

Thud!

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Only a muffled, extreme thud, as if a meteor had plunged into the endless deep sea.

The stone shield didn't even tremble a bit.

All the impact, all the kinetic energy, was easily absorbed and neutralized by it.

Wang Han and his daughter, hiding behind the shield, didn't even feel a trace of wind pressure.

This wasn't over yet.

The eight-armed blood shadow in the sky seemed to have entered a berserk attack mode.

The chaotic attacks caused shockwaves like a beating heart, wave after wave, continuously striking.

Thud!

Another violent impact.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Stronger impacts, one after another, furiously pounded the solitary stone shield.

Wang Han's heart was in his throat.

He stared intently at the shield, fearing it would shatter in the next second.

However, a strange scene unfolded.

The shield, made of ordinary rock, not only showed no cracks during the repeated violent impacts.

Instead, its surface began to emit a faint, earthy yellow glow.

After each impact, the glow would brighten a little.

The texture of the shield was also undergoing visible changes.

The originally rough rock surface began to become smooth and solid.

Its color also gradually transformed from ordinary gray-brown to a deep, warm-textured ink-jade color.

Thud!

When another wave of the strongest impact slammed into it.

The entire shield was completely transformed.

It was no longer rock.

Instead, it was a massive, completely black, yet crystal-clear jade barrier.

Through the smooth, obsidian-like shield surface, one could even clearly see the chaotic world outside.

And in the sky, the eight-armed blood shadow still wildly flailing.

Wang Han stared blankly at all of this, his mind a blank.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his hand that was still resting on Lin Yu's arm.

Then, as if burned by fire, he trembled, slowly, little by little, letting go.

Lin Yu ignored the petrified Wang Han behind him.

His attention was completely drawn to something else.

Through the obsidian-like barrier, the outside scene, though distorted, could still be clearly seen.

He saw it.

In the center of the Old Ghost Hall's now ruined shop.

There, a man was kneeling on the ground.

It was Old Ghost.

He knelt distraught amidst the rubble, his graying hair disheveled, his iconic robe stained with dust and blood.

In his arms, he tightly held a person.

A person who no longer had any signs of life.

Seventh Master.

This was probably the reason for Zhao Tianyang's rampage.