This is a small space of less than thirty miles in radius, which seemed cramped for the original two to three hundred people inside. Now, with a hundred more added, it feels even more crowded.
Their appearance took both fighting sides by surprise because they didn't see any people, just swords!
A sword group, a wedge-shaped sword group.
As the lead sword, Hou Niao let out a sword hum and charged towards the tightly arranged formation of Wu Sect cultivators. Behind him, the swords whistled loudly, their fierce might intimidating.
The distance of more than ten miles was a matter of seconds for the flying swords; for the Wu Sect's magic cultivator array, they only had time to release one combined technique before there was no second chance.
The sharp group of flying swords instantly penetrated the thin array of Wu Sect Daoists, taking away two or three dozen lives; then, they made a perfect arc in the space, charging in once more...
