C2579 A Mess

Just as these thoughts flashed through Heng Yanlin's mind, the flame from the Tyrant Wyrm's mouth bombarded the octagonal shield.

However, the eight-pronged light shield still maintained its original speed as it rotated in the air, blocking all of the flames spewed out from the Tyrant Wyrm's mouth.

After a while, the Tyrannosaurus Rex seemed to be tired, so it stopped