Over a distance of only a few dozen meters, Miller and Zhou Ziyun's faces went from black to pale. Suppressing the rage in their hearts and the difficult choices before them, they cautiously dealt with every attack.
Each time a Flying Sword struck the Protective Shield, the circular formation Miller and them had formed took the chance to retreat several steps. That alone would have been fine—after all, they were merely moving back a short distance.
However, after the Protective Shield was struck several times by the Flying Swords, it would shatter. The swords would then instantly break into the Defense Array and send several Ability Users off to receive lunchbox.
Miller had no idea why. Everyone's Alien Energy had been combined and poured into the Protective Shield. It should have been able to withstand every attack. Even someone as strong as Zhou Ziyun might not have been able to break it with several full-force attacks.
Moreover, with everyone continuously replenishing it with their abilities, the Protective Shield had always been brimming with energy. Yet after being poked a few times by the Flying Swords, it collapsed outright. What the hell was going on?
To ensure the Protective Shield would not collapse, he had specifically ordered every member to keep replenishing it with Alien Energy. Yet it still could not withstand several impacts from the Flying Swords.
After every charge, some of his subordinates were lost. It was truly infuriating, and beneath that anger lurked a trace of worry and fear.
Yes, Miller was somewhat afraid now. Though he did not want to admit it, and though he had not felt such fear in many years, it had happened nonetheless.
One could imagine just how conflicted Miller felt right now.
His strength was being suppressed, so within the entire team,