"Qiang!"
Li Tian's entire back was stuck to the energy shield, and he raised his immortal sword above it, barely blocking the old monk's staff.
As soon as he blocked the old monk's attack, the others followed up with another attack.
Behind the old monk, li Hu's Suan NI's shadow loomed behind him. His fists were surrounded by the shadow of a fierce tiger, and he attacked again.
On Li Tian's left, the fat man used the mountain palm. His strong body was like a mountain, firmly blocking all the space on Li Tian's left.
On the right, Feng Qiao's hands were spitting out wind blades. His tall and thin body moved quickly, like a Fallen Leaf in the wind. Every time he landed, he would land in an unexpected place, tightly holding off the right side.
Above them, the dark clouds slowly rotated, and the ink-like color became thicker. A new round of attacks was brewing.
They were attacked from all sides.
