If Meng Chao had not prepared in advance, he would definitely have been thrown into a panic by the weapons that came raining down like a storm.
He had his own totem battle armor to protect himself, so he might not be able to break through the defense of these cold, shiny, sharp blades that could cut through iron like mud.
However, behind him, the Ancient Dream Saintess, who was still curled up under the mandrake tree, might not be able to do so.
It was completely different now.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding. A series of dense metal colliding sounds could be heard.
The two gigantic battle axes and mace perfectly acted as shields, blocking 80% of the sharp blades' attacks.
The remaining 20% of the sharp blades were also swept away by Meng Chao's sudden burst of battle flames like a flaming tornado. Other than piercing and cutting through seven or eight mandala trees in the surroundings, it did not cause any more damage.
