Flying Swords danced wildly across the sky, their piercing screams breaking the sound barrier.
The Great Elder of the Joy Sect was an Advanced Martial God and a Magic User, deeply versed in the way of magic. Each Flying Sword could cut through steel as if it were butter, and could probably even cleave an armored vehicle in two.
There were simply too many Flying Swords.
Lin Mo's form weaved about, effortlessly dodging a few Flying Swords. These swords plunged into the sea, causing white columns of water to erupt, making a deafening noise.
The sword rain fell, and countless droplets burst into the air, shrouding the sky as if in a fine drizzle.
Standing ashore, Wei Jingshou, He Shouming, and others were dumbstruck. Ordinary powerhouses could at most harness wind as blades and tread on water, merely projecting their True Yuan. However, the techniques and martial arts displayed by the Old Green Dragon and the Great Elder of the Joy Sect were simply astonishing.
