"Be careful!"
Qiao Yuanxi could not help murmuring, her face full of worry.
No one was unaware of how terrifying Sword Cultivators were.
Especially those flying swords—they were synonymous with slaughter and efficiency. And now, the eighty-one Divine Sword Oracles summoned by Lingqian were no less formidable than flying swords!
Lu Ran's expression was equally grave. He knelt halfway down, narrowing his eyes as he observed closely.
Jiang Ruyi's countermeasure was quite effective. She rapidly plummeted downward, while streams of sand whips shot out from the quicksand vortex blooming across the ground.
It was a breathtaking sight.
One sand whip after another resembled thousands of horses and soldiers behind Jiang Ruyi. They brushed past their master and charged toward the Divine Sword Oracles.
In an instant, the Divine Sword Oracles tangled with the fine sand whips, sharp crackling sounds ringing out without end.
The three-kilometer-wide quicksand vortex was both a prison that confined enemies and Jiang Ruyi's most solid support.
"Whoosh~"
Jiang Ruyi flicked her two slender fingers downward, and another White Jade Stone Talisman fell to the ground. A broad Mudflow River abruptly emerged, surging and rushing wildly.
More thin lines of sand shot out from the river, attacking enemies and protecting their master.
Ran Sect Madam was clearing the field!
The God Armor Guards that had shielded Lingqian from wind and rain struggled amid the river with their broken bodies, bombarded by falling thunder on one side and swept into the distance on the other.
In the distant sky, Lingqian saw this and immediately picked up the Divination Tube again.
At once, a battered Wooden Stick flew out.
A Rotten Oracle?
When Lingqian himself used divine techniques, there was no matter of probability. Why had he drawn a Rotten Oracle?
The next moment, Lingqian gave everyone the answer.