Shen Yanxiao and Tang Nazhi crouched at the side of a nearby tree. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Qi Xia and the others who were preparing to fight over twenty people opposite of them. Although she knew that Qi Xia, Yang Xi and Yan Yu had a great reputation in their respective branches, she had never seen the three men in action.

Yang Xi was a Knight, heavy on the defensive side, and he had no mount right now. It would be difficult to fully display the Knight’s strength. Yan Yu was a Priest with a little fighting ability. Except for a few blessings, Shen Yanxiao had no idea what else he could do.

Among those three, she was afraid that only Qi Xia could be on the offensive side.

But as a fragile Magician, to face the siege of more than twenty people, how could he grasp the time to chant magic spells?