Seeing that the Blood-Infused Crested Eagles had flown within ten thousand feet, Luo Hong, who had been standing still all this time, suddenly formed a sword incantation with one hand.
In an instant, five sword lights of different colors shot forth, slashing straight into the flock.
Although these five flying swords only emanated the aura of spirit treasures, they remained incomparably sharp against these Blood-Infused Crested Eagles.
Wherever they passed, severed limbs and broken wings rained down. Not one enemy could withstand a single exchange!
However, before the five flying swords could display their might for long, the many Blood-Infused Crested Eagles around them let out shrill cries and simultaneously spat scarlet demonic flames at them.
As the Fire Wave swept over them, the five flying swords could not help slowing for a moment. Although they could still kill any Blood-Infused Crested Eagle they encountered with a single slash, their flight speed had clearly dropped by a tenth.
After three waves of flame swept over them, Luo Hong suddenly discovered that his control over the five flying swords had been disrupted.
Even the spiritual light on the surfaces of the five flying swords began to flicker unstably.
Another three waves of flame swept over them, and the flight paths of the five flying swords Luo Hong had unleashed were no longer as graceful and nimble as before. Instead, they trembled and wobbled like eighty-year-old women.
Seeing this, Luo Hong immediately withdrew his sword incantation and summoned all five flying swords back.
When they arrived before Luo Hong, a thought from his spiritual sense dispelled the spiritual light around them, revealing their sword bodies.
The sword bodies, which should have gleamed with clear, cold radiance, were now covered in bloodstains the size of copper coins.
It was precisely these bloodstains that