"Not good."
Xiao Yi was greatly shocked, and his body, which had initially surged forward, suddenly halted.
In that instant, he clearly sensed the scent of death.
He had no doubt that if he continued to force his way forward, his body would be instantly sliced by eighteen sharp swords.
Thus, Xiao Yi not only stopped but quickly retreated.
Upon retreating, the eighteen swords erupted with golden light, akin to eighteen golden sword dragons, savagely attacking.
Xiao Yi's face turned pale with shock, and he secretly rejoiced that he reacted instantly by retreating, rather than moving forward.
Otherwise, he might have already been devoured by those eighteen golden sword dragons.
Xiao Yi retreated step by step, with the eighteen golden light sabers chasing him relentlessly.
The power of the eighteen swords doubled as they came, their speed even surpassing Xiao Yi's retreat.
Within just two breaths, the eighteen swords had encircled Xiao Yi.
