A tragedy.
It was nothing less than an outright tragedy.
They had not suffered for lacking knowledge; instead, they had suffered for being too seasoned in the ways of the world.
Just as Feng Mo and Bo Ge'er had not been fooled by An Ran's not-yet-mastered swordsmanship, immediately placing their focus on that miraculous Projection Technique instead!
Thus, they had made a decisive error in judgment.
When facing Flying Light, one had to race against time, close the distance, and kill it as quickly as possible. But when facing Blade Tooth, one had to decisively widen the distance—otherwise...
This was what would happen!
Blood, blood, blood upon blood.
Amid the heavy encirclement, Sword Cry flashed. Severed limbs and shattered corpses Soared Upwards; within the suddenly rising storm, fine fragments swirled through the air as scarlet blood splashed everywhere. In the sea of blood, the sword beast looked down in disdain. Lihen opened its mouth and sang aloud!
Just how many swords had been slashed out in that instant?
No one could count them, distinguish them, or comprehend them. Terrifying destructive power beyond an ordinary Rebirth Rank erupted with every sweep of the blade! In an instant, all of An Ran's Spiritual Substance had transformed into sword qi, pouring forth in a frenzied torrent—Slash! Slash. Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Within ten paces, it was as though they stood within the sword beast's jaws. Amid the interwoven Blade Teeth, incomparably sharp and savage radiance fell upon every opponent within range. There was not the slightest waste or omission; every shred of destructive force struck precisely and lethally at vital points—eyes, ears, mouth, nose, heart, lungs, arteries, and limbs. Not a fraction was wasted.
Beyond that, it did not disturb even a speck of Dust!
The brutality of Wind and Thunder