Zhu Yan sat atop the Mountain Suppressing Array of Da Sui Sword Palace, gazing downward.
Streams of Sword Qi flowed like scattered fireflies, sweeping into the distance.
He waved his broad sleeve, withdrawing the Soldier Disaster Divine Power... At this moment, there's no need to expend Primordial Power to continue the attack.
Those Sword Cultivators who claimed steadfast defiance have voluntarily abandoned defending the grand array; now, all that remains is to wait for the Treasure Ship's descent, marking the conclusion of this battle.
Such irony.
In the face of absolute power, what use is a sturdy physique?
These Sword Cultivators, in the end, they too submit?
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Within the Sword Forest, shrouded in thick fog, streams of light darted through.
"Senior Brother Si, are we really withdrawing?"
"Master Huang..."
Disciples of the Sword Palace, holding confusion and more, reluctance.
The battle isn't over.
