This feeling was exceedingly unpleasant. While the brain had already dictated the optimal strike for the right hand to execute, the right hand seemed to harbor its own thoughts, as if responding to the brain with a defiant "I refuse!"
Before the enemy could be subdued, the brain and hands were on the verge of an internal skirmish.
Liang Yi really did not want to experience this feeling a second time—it was far too frustrating.
Moreover, this was one of the mysteries of the Star Sea Sword Formation. It was the constant changes generated between the Star Sea and the bright moon that made Liang Yi wryly smile.
Those swords, transformed into twinkling starlight, appeared one after another before Liang Yi, and he could scatter them with a backhand strike.
But when countless Sword Intents came together to form the Sword Array, even Liang Yi had to take a defensive stance and swing his sword to barely protect himself, let alone launch an offensive.
