Li Mo had no intention of heading to the top floor. Even the phantom image of the Symbiotic Dharma Body stayed behind him, continuously inhaling and exhaling Sword Qi through his mouth and nose.
The Symbiotic Dharma Body restrained its aura, yet its true nature remained indistinct.
Daoist Ye Zhuo felt his scalp tingling.
It wasn't the thought of confronting the Big Night Wander head-on that unnerved him, but the sheer number of Lifebound Flying Swords Li Mo had summoned—it was nearly comparable to half the numbers along the Beili Riverbank.
"What in the ghost?"
Shock filled Daoist Ye Zhuo's eyes.
Initially, when Li Mo demonstrated his ability to wield dozens of Flying Swords, Ye Zhuo had chalked it up to the uniqueness of his constitution—a scenario he could reluctantly rationalize.
But now, the number of Lifebound Flying Swords had exceeded over a thousand.
