Fan Lang continued forward. The Blade Array changed, and the howling blade qi transformed into a snow-white storm that swept him into its midst. The assault was even fiercer than before, every slash incredibly sharp!
The storm slowed his steps, making it even harder to advance, yet he still kept moving forward one step at a time.
As he advanced, one chain on Hou Guangzu's body snapped for every stretch of road Fan Lang crossed. This served as a restriction, forcing Fan Lang to traverse the Mountain of Knives and Sea of Flames according to Fen Jitian's demands. To put it bluntly, he had to satisfy Fen Jitian. Without such a restriction, how could a mere Mountain of Knives and Sea of Flames pose any difficulty to him? A single teleportation would have carried him straight through.
Fan Lang struggled through the area ravaged by the blade qi storm. Then the mountain of knives changed again, as blade qi condensed into one Asura swordsman manifestation after another, each wielding a great saber.
These Asura swordsmen unleashed domineering, razor-sharp saber techniques and surrounded Fan Lang, slashing at him again and again with overwhelming power.
Fan Lang avoided battle, responding only with swift dodges and evasive movements as he evaded the Asura swordsmen's siege. He avoided seventy or eighty percent of their attacks, but quite a few still struck his body. Each slash tore open his flesh.
Even his left eye was struck. The wound ran diagonally across his face, divine blood covering his left eye and forcing the lid shut.
Fan Lang remembered every single slash. The more it hurt, the more frenzied his rage became. Once the time came, that rage would erupt.
After struggling through the middle and latter portions of the mountain of knives, the Asura swordsmen vanished