Luo Xiu broke through several layers of the Sword Array. Although his performance was astonishing and commanded respect, it still paled in comparison to that of Luo Qingxian and Zhu Yu. The weak always like to compare the strong with those even stronger. When the strong cannot measure up to the stronger, the weak feel a strange sense of superiority, even looking down on them.
At that moment, within the ninth layer's region, Luo Qingxian gazed at the floating corpses in the sky. Her dark brows were slightly furrowed, her expression filled with solemnity.
Those countless corpses belonged to cultivators who had come to break the formation, only to unfortunately die within it. Their bodies had been devoured by the strange mist, forever trapped inside. Among them were many talented geniuses and exceptionally brilliant powerhouses, some of whom Luo Qingxian and Zhu Yu even recognized.
