C251 Fighting Against the Dire Beast 68

Meng Yang tapped his storage bag once more, and the sounds of wind and thunder echoed around him. Over a dozen Innate Grade magic tools pierced the air around the flying sword at odd angles. His spiritual sense clung to them, interlinking to form a vast white net that spanned a hundred meters, and a transparent, massive light curtain sprang up, encircling Meng Yang at its center