Within the secret realm, densely packed branches surged through the air like they had entered a den of ten thousand snakes, rushing forward one after another and blotting out the sky.
Moreover, every one of those branches bore a strange face, exuding terrifying yin winds—demonic and sinister.
As wave after wave of yin wind swept over them, the three of them even felt as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.
Li Shangwu was horrified. Naturally, he did not possess a fourth-order soul-defense treasure.
Thus, he worried that his magic treasures might fail to break through those locust branches, leaving him entangled by their bizarre tendrils.
But he soon discovered that his worries were unnecessary.
Ye Xuecang's aura spread outward, and no fewer than four Sword Nurturing Pots appeared in the air.
Since the core sword cultivators of Taiyi Sect's Sword Peak all possessed Natal Sword Embryos, Li Shangwu had some understanding of what such sword pots were used for.
But what he had not expected was that when Ye Xuecang's first sword flew out—
It transformed into a sword radiance as vast as a mountain, tearing through the air.
At the same time, beneath that sword radiance, terrifying sword intent ravaged the void without cease.
When the sword radiance swept through the air, it instantly cleaved apart every branch.
One had to know that the Old Yin Locust Tree Wood Demon before them had reached at least the late fourth order.
Such branches were no ordinary willowwood. Calling their toughness comparable to third-order high-grade black iron would not have been an exaggeration.
To achieve such an effect, Ye Xuecang's attainments in the sword dao had to rank among the top three in Taiyi Sect, if not even higher.
And aside from Ye Xuecang's sword, what astonished him