Lu You's words made Lu Chuan somewhat nervous, the massive Formation seemed like it could suppress everything, and fighting within such a Formation was nothing short of a nightmare.
But as to the specific effects, Lu Chuan had yet to learn.
Just what effect those twelve giant swords could have.
As they drew closer, the two stood on high ground, overlooking from above.
Within the Formation, two great armies confronted each other for battle, rooted in the sky were Patriarch Lu Fusheng and Dongfang Qianshi taking positions.
In Lu Fusheng's hand was a golden longsword, its blade like jade, with a hilt exquisitely carved into a dragon's head.
Dongfang Qianshi held a spear with a kirin-shaped head, from which a sharp point protruded from its mouth.
Dongfang Qianshi was dressed in dark purple finery, a suit of light armor, wearing a delicate helmet, looking like a middle-aged man with a noble presence between his brows, and a carefree and extraordinary demeanor.
