The countless flying knives in mid-air were overwhelmingly astonishing, almost occupying the entire sky from afar.
The density of these flying knives was such that Wu Xie on the opposite side was completely obscured from view.
Although it seemed he had the upper hand for now, the look of triumph on Wu Xie's face had vanished, replaced by a frown.
Initially, with just one flying knife, if Wang Yan wanted to escape, he could have done so easily. Even with hundreds of flying knives, Wang Yan still had hope of escape.
But now, with millions of flying knives, even if Wang Yan wanted to flee, there was simply no place to escape to.
The entire space was filled with flying knives, not to mention Wang Yan, even an ant would be pierced by three or four knives.
Under normal circumstances, Wu Xie should be delighted, for he seemed to have victory in hand.
