Leonard swung his heavy sword vigorously and slashed at the demonic race gathered nearby. It's just that the big sword has no effect on these strange creatures. The blade only left negligible marks on their bodies, and these so-called scars disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
Leonard gasped, surrounded by monsters, and was gradually forced into a corner. He continued to swing the sword in vain, only making himself more tired.
Suddenly, a burst of sacred white light flashed behind the group of monsters, and a huge magic circle appeared on the overgrown ground.
The monsters screamed instantly, some disappeared in the light, and some wailed, dragging their mutilated bodies and running away in all directions.
Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, stuck the sword heavily into the soil beside him, and landed on the ground.
After the light of the magic circle dissipated, a silver-haired young man slowly walked from its original position.
The young man walked up to Leonard and gave him an expressionless look.
"Leonard, you are so useless."
"I..." Leonard was so blocked that he could hardly speak, and then he suddenly roared and said, "Lun, why didn't you put a spell next to me to save me so early in the morning! Isn't it interesting to see me being besieged!!!"