By now, some observant people were beginning to catch on. That's right, Xu Sanshi was retreating, but he wasn't completely on the losing end. Almost every step he took back was at the instant when his opponent's impact was at its strongest. With regards to controlling the onslaught of his defensive opponent's strength, Xu Sanshi had reached a level of perfection. Moreover, as he retreated, the shields in his hands were also subtly changing. Every broken shield was used to dissipate as much of the attacker's force as possible.
Long Aotian, who was right in the mix, felt it most clearly. Even with his control over strength, he couldn't prevent Xu Sanshi from deflecting his power. It felt like his opponent was a slippery tortoise who, despite being assaulted by violent storms and rain, was freely dodging within them.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
