At Lu Xiaotian's reminder, the triumphant eagerness on Shao Zixia and the others' faces faded somewhat. However, the attacks in their hands did not slow in the slightest.
"Hmm, something's not right!" Yu Dongbao's Azure Moon Saber struck first, and he was the first to feel that controlling this magical artifact, which had always moved as readily as his own arm, was becoming somewhat difficult.
Shao Zixia's flying sword followed close behind, slashing through the air toward the Bone Falcon. It had not fallen far before she, too, felt an immense pulling force dragging her flying sword away from the Bone Falcon in another direction.
Hearing the two of them, Huo Ying, whose cultivation was ultimately a level higher and who had attacked later, hurriedly recalled the small knives and swords that had flown out of his treasure gourd.
Though the tidal wave formed by nearly a thousand magical artifacts possessed formidable offensive power—even Golden Core Late Stage cultivators could not easily withstand it—the power of each individual flying knife and sword was far inferior to Yu Dongbao's Azure Moon Saber and Shao Zixia's flying sword.
Even the two of them were having trouble controlling their core-forming magical artifacts. How could he possibly control so many ordinary magical artifacts after releasing them?
Though his storage pouch still held some reserves, enough to make up part of the losses at any time, this was such a cursed place. Every loss meant one less artifact, and with no telling how many brutal battles lay ahead, it was naturally best to conserve what he could.
As they were still bewildered, the two leading Bone Falcons cried out even more strangely. Strands of grayish-white smoke rose up, forming a gray vortex before the Bone Falcons.
Yu Dongbao's Azure Moon Saber and Shao Zixia's flying