Faced with such a vast disparity in strength, Lu Feng had poured everything he had into setting up the Heavenfall Sword Array, drawing every sword inscribed with the corresponding array patterns into the formation.
Of the over fifteen hundred swords purchased from Carefree Pavilion, no fewer than a thousand had been committed to it.
For one brief instant, it truly presented the magnificent spectacle of a waterfall formed by sword force.
But it lasted only an instant.
A thousand swords sounded like a great many, yet once they were truly incorporated into the formation's assault, they were nearly exhausted in mere moments.
And when this dense offensive, crashing forth like an ocean tide, fell upon the Teng Flood Dragon King Snake, it merely forced it to close its gaping maw. It had not caused the slightest injury.
Lu Feng controlled the dense rain of swords as they clattered against the Teng Flood Dragon King Snake's scales, deliberately—or perhaps seemingly inadvertently—targeting the middle of its body.
Unfortunately, other than sending countless sparks flying and abruptly brightening the pitch-black night sky by several shades, they achieved no tangible effect.
Even after he abandoned the flashy feints and concentrated his attacks, he still failed to break through its scales. He had only left behind a pale, shallow crack.
Lu Feng knew that the Heavenfall Sword Array's might went far beyond this. The reason it had failed to harm the Teng Flood Dragon King Snake was, first, because his own strength was too weak, and second, because the swords he had gathered were of too poor a grade and not sharp enough.
With that in mind, Lu Feng controlled the sword array to unleash its final wave of attacks, slipping the three Heaven-grade treasured swords he had obtained from the Sword Ruins among the