Silver Sword Peak stood among Shu Mountain like a colossal silver sword thrust into the earth.
At this moment, Ling Xuanxiao, a disciple of Silver Sword Peak, sat upright upon the peak lord's platform, dressed in flowing white robes.
Ling Xuanxiao tightly gripped the peak lord's token, his gaze blazing like torches.
The sword formation had originally been missing a corner, but under Ling Xuanxiao's control—
The Sword Qi of Silver Sword Peak shot forth like a rainbow piercing the sun, accurately filling the gap in the formation.
Every sword within the formation seemed to sense Ling Xuanxiao's presence. They began to tremble one after another, letting out crisp sword cries.
As the gap was repaired, the Shushan Sword Formation immediately shone with brilliant light.
The swords belonging to Silver Sword Peak all lit up at this moment, gleaming with icy radiance as they echoed the Shushan Sword Formation.
"..."
Shu Mountain had originally been plunged into utter darkness, but as stars exploded one after another, streams of light illuminated the night as brightly as day.
After a long while, the ballistae finally ceased firing. There were no arrows left on them.
Yet above the sword formation floated countless shattered remains of stars, as though time and space had frozen them there, like a magnificent meteor shower.
Mottled starlight spilled across the realm beyond heaven.
Seeing this, the sect master of Ink Pool Sect was not the least bit surprised.
If such measures alone could suppress the Shushan Sword Formation, then all their previous preparations would have been wasted.
Countless mechanical kites spread their wings, preparing to follow the ballistae with a third round of slaughter.
"..."
Another strand of white appeared in Ling Xuanxiao's hair, but he truly had no mind to care about such things now.
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