Sikong Chen was momentarily taken aback, completely unable to grasp the meaning of the other party's words.
What did it mean to have a large army assisting yet still not be an opponent?
The implication was.
The more people there were, the less likely they were to win against him?
How absurd!
With a flash of spirit light,
a Mo Blade suddenly appeared in Sikong Chen's hand.
However, this Mo Blade was not forged from metal but carved from wood, the wooden blade's surface flowed with dense runes, and the hilt was entwined with thick vines.
A high-grade magic weapon!
The long blade came slashing down from the sky, bursting with a green and purple radiance. Although it seemed light and weightless, as it fell, it remarkably carried the force of towering mountains.
"Rumble——"
The Longdan Bright Silver Spear collided with it.
