HUM!
The Sword Array vibrated, the scene distorting with a sense of tearing.
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
Within the shattered scene, a flurry of figures simultaneously unleashed magic.
Golden-armored warriors of impressive might, barriers as sturdy as iron walls, raging flames that could incinerate mountains and boil seas, an infinite flood of spirit light...
Yang Xuan, using his mystical techniques, had materialized over thirty Separations, each possessing the strength of his real body. As they now cast their magic in unison, the sheer aura they emanated was enough to crush the mountains and hills beneath them.
The area within a hundred miles became fragmented and shattered; even the weeds were scorched and ground into dust.
However, such potent techniques were still unable to withstand the annihilating power of the Sword Array.
