The ground rotated, and the array sank, temporarily being protected. Zhang Ze's master, Li, raised his hand to set up an Ink Realm Sword Array for the two of them to spar.
Zhang Ze's mind moved, and a half-transparent golden Sword Pill appeared in his hand.
In the Sumeru Space, countless sword shadows appeared.
The sword shadows were illusory, with only a few being real, but Fuji neither dodged nor avoided them.
The sword light pierced into Fuji's body, only stirring up a ripple.
After the first strike failed, Zhang Ze stepped back, avoiding Fuji's unclean little hand.
Countless hands reached out from the void, some holding hammers, some pinching Sword Techniques, all aimed at Zhang Ze.
These were not fake; they were all real.
Although Zhang Ze tried his best to dodge, the sheer number was too overwhelming, and a few small swords managed to stab into Zhang Ze.
"Eh?" Fuji uttered.
