The result was still useless.
Whether it was a knife, a spear, a lance, an ax, or even arrows.
As long as they entered that silver glittering circle, all weapons would deflect and lose force, missing the target.
The three opponents formed a circle with their formation, like a slippery hedgehog.
Offensively, there were no openings, defensively, impenetrable.
'Where did these fierce warriors come from, and why aren't they guarding Young Master Dongyuan?'
With just a glance, Shentu Hong burst into laughter, but suddenly stopped, as if his throat were caught, unable to laugh further.
Before him were only three, yet it seemed as if he saw thousands of troops, a sea of blood.
Not only he noticed this strange scene, the thousand cavalrymen who were being slaughtered realized the formidable and bizarre nature of the three even earlier.
