Among the sea of corpses and blood on the ground, only a group of bone puppets looked blankly at the sky. A large crowd of bedraggled fanatic mages huddled together, while the nightmare knights who barely escaped death were now few in number, gathered in a protective circle around these fanatic mages, striving to resist the arcane assault from the sky.
For these individuals, the time of destruction had reached its final critical point.
Liu Zhenhan casually shook off the winged knights impaled on his sword tip, and after a low dive, he summoned countless petals to condense into a flower armor on his body, making him resemble an eagle falcon hunting wild rabbits, poised to deliver the deadliest blow to these fanatic mages—close-quarters combat!
A battle spear formed from swirling petals intercepted him in mid-air.
No flower could harm Liu Zhenhan!
He was truly immune to flower magic in this world!
