The crossbow was extremely extraordinary.
The radiance that had just hit Davy Barnett's forehead seemed to have come from this crossbow.
"That seems to be a magical artifact," Ethan Smith squinted and whispered.
"No matter what it is, as long as Vernon Sherman and Hadwin Webster are here, he can't do anything to me," Ethan Smith coldly said.
"It's quite lively indeed."
At this moment, another person joined the fray.
Turning his head to look, he saw a man wearing a black mink coat.
The man was burly, with a mustache around his mouth, looking very powerful.
"Bryce Blair? The Blair family's eldest young master actually came himself!" someone exclaimed!
Hearing this name, Ethan Smith's eyebrows furrowed.
Bryce Blair? Reilly Blair's brother? He actually got involved too?
Two Peak Form of Military Marquis, and this was almost the strongest force Ethan Smith had ever faced.
Ethan Smith took a deep breath.
By now, it was no longer a matter of just one person.
