It wasn't merely a simple separation, but a true isolation.
Every four silver giant swords encircled a living being.
No matter how they tried to twist or dodge, or employed divine skills to charge, they couldn't escape the area within those boundaries.
It was as if an invisible, intangible barrier within the four swords trapped them.
"This..."
"Azure Dragon Sword Immortal, can you listen to an old monk and pause your actions?"
The monk, after several attempts, had beads of sweat rolling down his golden forehead, urgently said:
"I am willing to offer compensation to remedy my earlier mistake, hoping Azure Dragon Sword Immortal would agree."
He couldn't afford not to be anxious.
He thought that now his Buddhist divine power had reached the eighth realm, a true Buddha Domain had unfolded.
Yet in this forest formed by giant swords, his own divine power was suppressed within a narrow mile-wide space.
