C117 Fat Pig

The nine shields clashed in the air, and with a sharp and ear-piercing sound, they fused into one, and the Great Shield Slaughter flew back into Jiang Feng's hands.

Regardless of how heavy the steps were before, or how strong the pressure was, or whether the spear pierced through the chest or split the body of the Giant Shield, it was all a move that consumed a lot of Essence