Especially regarding the Escape Technique.
...
Frustrating.
Zhao Gongming had never felt so frustrated, facing these gods of the Southern Continent's divine court. He couldn't fight, couldn't kill; the opponent's strength was evidently not very strong, yet they could command the power of the Heavenly Dao to continuously rain down divine retributions on them.
If they each didn't have some protection from Heavenly Dao's merits, they would have already capsized their boats and been left here by divine punishment.
Zhao Gongming looked up at the giant shield wielded by Guilingling, furrowing his brows in deep thought, trying to find a way to escape.
The Great Turtle Shield lay amidst a frozen lake, bearing the brunt of divine wrath's thunderbolts;
Every time these pitch-black thunderbolts struck down, the giant shield would tremble lightly, and Guilingling's pale face would become even more ashen.
The situation of the few masters nearby wasn't very good either.
