Roman still did not understand the implications of Xu Mo's words. Suddenly, Xu Mo's thoughts stirred, and eighty-one flying swords clanged and rang out, piercing through the void in an instant, like the fury of thunder and the brilliance of the sun, dazzling the eyes.
Those who saw from afar felt their hearts tremble. Eighty-one flying swords, each sword containing immense attack power, soared in unison, spiraling forward like a killing array, with terrifying might.
Roman shouted loudly, realizing that such an attack was impossible to evade at his speed. He could only push forward forcibly, brandishing his sword to slash out, the pitch-black sword light overwhelmingly powerful, akin to a Sword Gang, continuously wielding the blade to create a Sword Domain in front of him.
