The moment Yang Jing finished speaking, the five True Qi Demon Cultivators moved!
Among them, a True Qi Realm Demon Cult Agent clad entirely in fitted black robes struck first. Ferocity blazed in his eyes as he snarled, "Kill!"
Strapped to the black-robed Demon Cultivator's back was a long, narrow saber case forged from dark, heavy iron. Its patterns were dull and shadowy, exuding a sinister, uncanny aura.
As he circulated his true qi, the sealed saber case on his back abruptly shuddered and hummed. Its locking patterns unraveled layer by layer, releasing a chilling cold!
Rows of long, curved sabers slowly rose through the gaps in the case, their translucent white edges gleaming with a ghostly blue sheen.
One, two, three... in an instant, fifteen eerie curved sabers hovered in the air!
The fifteen sabers lined up in orderly tiers, forming a fan-shaped blade formation in front of the black-robed Demon Cultivator. Wisps of strange, twisting black demonic qi coiled around each blade, pulsing with uncanny fluctuations.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
The black-robed Demon Cultivator swept his hand, stirring the demonic qi with the force of his palm. Nineteen curved sabers instantly shot through the air!
They followed no fixed paths. Every saber twisted along a chaotic, unpredictable trajectory, defying the way ordinary weapons cut through the air.
Their speed was even more terrifying. Only streaks of black afterimages remained as they darted through the courtyard, their shadows crisscrossing the sky in an airtight mesh!
The black-robed Demon Cultivator practiced an uncanny saber art, controlling the blades with his mind and guiding them with demonic qi. Like a giant black spider presiding over its web, he sat at the center, while the nineteen curved sabers formed the web of bladed silk extending from him.
The airborne sabers closed in layer upon layer,