"Impossible!"
Zhang Yang rejected it without a second thought.
Although he still had not figured out exactly what an anomaly was, he could not crudely classify this fellow as one of those who were not of his kind and therefore harbored different intentions.
But he absolutely could not accept sacrificing his subordinates just like that. That alone was enough.
The table fell silent again.
Zhang Yang paid it no mind. Since he could subdue this Profound-tier Anomaly, he was not afraid of it turning the heavens upside down.
At that moment, he said in a deep voice, "Dismiss the illusion."
As his voice fell, patches of gray mist appeared from thin air. They slowly contracted from their original positions, and in less than half an incense stick's time, everything here returned to normal.
This place was actually an abyss, three kilometers long, one kilometer wide, and one kilometer deep.
The sheer cliffs surrounding the abyss were bristling with sword weapons, one after another—there had to be more than ten thousand of them.
However, they were all ordinary sword weapons. In his haste, Zhang Yang had used Mortal Iron provided by Guanshan Town and the high temperatures condensed by a Curved Force Field to forge them. Every last one was inferior-grade.
Their advantage lay in their sheer numbers. They also had one benefit: they could isolate sword-qi radiation to the greatest extent.
When he had the opportunity in the future, Zhang Yang would replace all these inferior-grade sword weapons with Mortal-grade, or even Profound-grade, sword weapons. Only then would his Sword Human Valley truly reach completion.
After the illusion was dismissed, Sword Human Valley faintly revealed one horrific sword mark after another on the ground, as if some terrifying beast had gone mad here, roaring and rampaging.
In reality, however, they