Give Me Some Face

Clink, clink, clink!

Thousands of immortal swords flew rapidly through the air, their blades colliding with one another from time to time.

They formed a massive, roaring river of swords in the sky.

The immense wave of sword Qi ground and crushed toward a certain direction in the distance.

Yang Jian, Nezha, Li Jing, Howling Celestial Dog, and the Meishan Brothers stood beneath a dense canopy of immortal swords.

"Second Master! Our escape techniques aren't working!" Fourth Brother Meishan shouted in panic.

The others tried using movement techniques to escape the area locked down by the great river of swords, only to find that their escape arts truly had no effect. No matter how they tried to flee, the sense of being locked on within their hearts never vanished.

After testing it a few times, they immediately knew it was all in vain and quickly gathered around Yang Jian once again.

"Second Master! What do we do?" Seventh Brother Meishan asked with an anxious expression.

"I don't have any ideas either. This attack of his cannot be avoided; we can only take it head-on," Yang Jian sighed.

"I feel like I've been locked onto by something like the will of the heavens," Li Jing said, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Right, it feels just like the tribulation I faced back then when ascending to immortality, that feeling of being locked on by the Heavenly Dao," Fourth Brother Meishan said in terror.

As Nameless's sword intent continued to grow stronger, it made it difficult for their bodies even to move.

Aside from Yang Jian and Nezha, the others didn't even dare to harbor any thoughts of resistance in their hearts.

Deep within their minds, there was only the thought of waiting helplessly for death.

The Meishan Brothers could still be