Her body leapt upward.
The Black Iron Sword, still in its sheath, flew out, spinning rapidly in the air. It parried their attacks and then flew back into her hand.
Steadily standing in mid-air, she shouted sternly, "Who are you?!"
The eight men in black on the ground did not answer her question.
They soared into the air, their long swords thrusting at her with fierce momentum.
Feng Yueya did not draw her sword but held onto the hilt to fend off their attacks.
Since they weren't using Spiritual Power against her, she wouldn't use Spiritual Power against them either.
Even if it came down to hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship, it was not certain that she would lose.
"Clang clang clang—" The long swords clashed, sparks flying in every direction.
In the air, eight people surrounded her, the battle raging intensely.
After a few moves, Feng Yueya began to fall into a disadvantage; indeed, her hand-to-hand combat skills were not yet perfected.
