Xiao Yun, with her Martial Master Third Heaven Cultivation, was defeated by the Infinite Sword Array.
And each member forming the Sword Array's foundation was only at the level of a Martial Artist.
Xiao Yun's face was pale. She knew that if her husband, Jiang Han, hadn't called a stop, she would have been torn to shreds by the Sword Array.
Her heart still pounding with fear, she glanced at the Death Warriors.
"It's incredible. They're all just at the Martial Artist Cultivation level."
Forty ordinary Martial Artists wouldn't have survived even a couple of blows from Xiao Yun.
But now, this strange Sword Array formed by forty Martial Artists was terrifyingly powerful.
She couldn't help but be shocked.
'If, as my son Jiang Chen said, each of these Death Warriors had the Cultivation of a Martial King, how terrifying would the Sword Array's power become?'
"How are you? Are you alright?"
Jiang Han was a little embarrassed; he had been a bit slow to call it off.
