Suddenly, a rich aroma of wood filled the air, and he felt, for a fleeting moment, as if he were in a lush forest.
In the next instant, the long sword fell, and the aura of golden sharpness coalesced into countless sharp sword shadows. These shadows, like a storm of blades, flickered and sliced through the void, advancing toward the wooden wall with a piercing roar.
Suddenly, the wooden wall shook wildly; the wood grain split as the sharp sword shadows penetrated through.
The shadows, carrying a fierce momentum, swiftly reduced the wooden wall to fragments, with wood chips dancing in the air like withering leaves.
Metal overcomes wood!
His defense shattered in an instant!
The wood cultivator looked on in horror, countless sword shadows converging into dazzling golden lights, each shadow like a falling star, dazzling and fiercely sharp.
He tried to block these shadows again, but they already surged through the void, falling relentlessly.
