Facing the sudden appearance of two tribulations, Li Zhixuan was indeed a bit flustered at first, but after hearing Qing's reminder, she immediately reacted, knowing exactly what situation she was facing and quickly calming herself down.
When she saw countless sharp blades appear above her head, she simply raised her Mysterious Sword with composure, held her breath and focused her spirit. With a flick of her wrist, sword lights shot out, colliding with the blades.
Clang! Clang! Clang!—
A cacophony of clashing metal sounded, but a closer look revealed that many blades were sliced in half by the sword lights, rapidly losing their luster.
Even with blades filling the sky, none could get within three yards of Li Zhixuan; she dealt with them easily.
However, as time passed, her mana was over consumed, and she began to feel her strength falter.
