After that, the route became much less peaceful.
The first sign was a sharp sound from somewhere inside the mountains.
It sounded like metal striking stone.
Then another.
Then dozens.
Mo Yuxin's expression changed.
"Sword qi."
Su Yubing looked ahead.
"A sword formation?"
"Probably."
They entered a narrow canyon.
Sword marks covered the walls.
Some were fresh.
Others were ancient.
A faint current of sword intent moved through the canyon like wind.
An ordinary Core Formation cultivator would have struggled to walk through it.
Mo Yuxin and Su Yubing walked side by side without any problem.
A group of young sword cultivators appeared ahead.
They were struggling badly.
One had a bleeding arm.
Another was sitting on the ground, unable to move.
Their leader was trying to maintain a barrier.
Mo Yuxin walked past them.
Then stopped.
Su Yubing looked at her.
"You want to help?"
"Yes."
Mo Yuxin raised one hand.
