After that headless body fell, seemingly because of the Daoist robe upon it, it only dropped a few zhang before its momentum stopped, drifting in midair.
Zhang Yan's gaze flickered slightly; with a light lift of his hand, he sent the sword light within the array up to grind against it, and churned it into a mass of mangled flesh. Yet after doing this, he did not withdraw the Sword Array, but swept his eyes downward.
There were still several dozen severed heads there, each one preternaturally solid. Though they were being hacked back and forth by the Array Energy from the swords, there rang out the sound of clashing metal, and they did not suffer the slightest damage.
After watching for a while, he said with a faint sneer, "The Divine Skills of All Demon Kings are indeed uncommon. However, since you are trapped within my Sword Array, you can forget about ever escaping again."
