"Be careful..."
Qiao Yuansi couldn't help but murmur, his face full of worry.
The terror of sword cultivators is known by all.
Especially those flying swords, they are synonymous with slaughter and efficiency. At this moment, the 81 Divine Sword Talismans summoned by the Spiritual Fortune are no less than those flying swords!
Lu Ran likewise wore a grave expression, half-kneeling, squinting his eyes to observe closely.
The tactics of Jiang Ruyi were quite excellent. She swiftly plunged downward, and in the swirling vortex of quicksand on the ground, sand whips shot out.
It was a breathtaking scene.
Like an army of thousands behind Jiang Ruyi, the sand whips brushed past her, meeting the Divine Sword Talismans.
In an instant, the Divine Sword Talismans and the fine sand whips tangled together, crackling endlessly.
The quicksand vortex, three kilometers in diameter, was both a prison for the enemy and Jiang Ruyi's most solid backing.
"Whoosh~"
