"Ugh!"
In the next moment, Lu Xuan let out a muffled groan, as he flew uncontrollably backward, crashing hard into a distant rockery in the garden.
The sound of the wind howled in his ears, accompanied by the furious cries of other Celestial Soldiers who were similarly thrust away.
At that moment of chaos, a mystical connection sparked with the ordinary iron sword at Lu Xuan's waist.
"Zhng—!" An ethereal sword cry resonated!
The sword drew itself out of the sheath, transforming into a pure white, agile sword light that did not strike the enemy.
Instead, it circled behind him with an intelligence of its own, barely supporting his plummeting body, allowing him to stagger and land safely.
In contrast, the other eight Celestial Soldiers were not as fortunate as Lu Xuan.
Under the impact of the black radiant light, they scattered in disarray, crashing inelegantly into various parts of the garden.
