The power is strong, but the consumption is immense, easily leading to depletion of bloodline spiritual power.
Under the suppression of the Sword Domain, Long Xiao and his nine companions could only forcefully activate the Ancient Sword Formation, making a desperate gamble.
"No other choice, we must withstand it!"
The Blood Centipede let out a bitter laugh; the only way was to resist the Sword Rain completely until Long Xiao's nine companions couldn't sustain their spiritual power any longer.
"Crack!"
Just as Cao Man was about to speak, a crisp cracking sound was heard. Cracks appeared on the Black Tortoise Armor, spreading like a spider web.
"Blood Thunder Marsh!"
The Blood Centipede's Holy Domain covered the area, and blood-colored lightning instantly filled the Black Tortoise Armor, patches of blood-colored dragon scales mending the cracks.
"Crack!"
