The formless fluctuations were some strange divine skill, and even the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword could not keep it at bay.
Qing Xiao and the woman in the black dress turned pale once again upon seeing this.
At this moment, they had only managed to put a bit more distance between themselves and the strange moth. If the great roar sounded again, they definitely wouldn't escape with their lives.
Han Li watched as dozens of flying swords shattered in an instant, not showing any anger or surprise. Instead, he let out a cold snort, swiftly forming a spell with one hand and pointing with rapt attention into the distance.
An astonishing scene unfolded!
The flying sword fragments, which had transformed into countless spots of green light, suddenly hummed loudly. Then, they gathered and reformed into icy, glittering small swords around the huge moth, returning to their original state.
