Before long, he stopped in midair, several hundred zhang above the ground.
At that moment, more than a dozen streaks of light flew over. Leading them was Liu Changming.
Without a word, Shi Yue flicked his sleeve. A vast expanse of five-colored fine sand shot out and spun rapidly, transforming into hundreds of tiny five-colored swords that streaked toward Liu Changming and the others in a fierce rush.
"Not good, enemy attack! Stay alert!" Liu Changming's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted a warning.
He was the first to summon a red shield. It swelled in the wind and blocked his path. Judging from its fluctuations of magical power, it was clearly a Fourth-Grade Magic Treasure.
Liu Changfeng and the others successively summoned Defensive Magic Treasures to fend off the tiny five-colored swords.
With a series of muffled thuds, the tiny five-colored swords struck their defenses, then instantly transformed into a vast curtain of sand that enveloped them.
The next moment, the temperature around them suddenly soared.
Thirty-six red flying swords appeared, surrounding them on all sides.
Shi Yue had abundant experience in combat, so of course he seized every opening.
"Not good, a sword formation!" Liu Changming's expression turned grim.
Shi Yue formed a hand seal, and great swathes of flame appeared out of thin air, transforming into huge Crimson Fireballs that hurtled toward Liu Changming and the others.
Liu Changming and the others did not dare take it lightly. They hurriedly cast spells to defend themselves.
Explosions rang out nonstop as rolling waves of fire surged through the air, their momentum terrifying.
With a loud hiss, countless red threads shot out from the thirty-six red flying swords, forming a massive red net that descended upon Liu Changming and the others.
Turning swords into threads was a sword-art divine