Zhang Deming smiled. "We'll know once we try. It's just a wild guess, anyway."
After he spoke, the two of them passed back through the membrane to the side with the swirling airflow. They waited quietly for a moment, and another Sword Shadow drifted out.
Seeing this, Zhang Deming manifested a sharp spike and instantly shattered it, shouting, "Now!"
Li Shifan, who was already prepared, quickly formed a series of hand signs. Three Sword Spirits shot away from their side.
"Ugh..."
"Ngh..."
With the Sword Spirit protection gone, both men grunted in pain. Zhang Deming's head instantly felt like it was splitting open, as if countless needles were stabbing his mind and piercing his temples.
As his Spiritual Shield trembled violently, a warm trickle of blood ran from his nose.
