Shi Yue had sensed that something was wrong with the ground long ago. He flicked a finger, and two streaks of Red Sword Qi flashed out, severing the Black Tree Roots.
That was only the beginning. The ground rolled and churned, as if something were about to bore its way out.
Dozens of Black Tree Roots burst out of the ground and shot toward Shi Yue from all directions.
Shi Yue's expression didn't change. He raised both hands, and a vast swath of Red Sword Qi flew from his body, chopping the Black Tree Roots to pieces.
He flicked his sleeve again, and seventy-two three-foot-long red flying swords shot out. Their hilts were purple, engraved with flame patterns.
These were a new set of flying swords Shi Yue had recently refined: Purple Flame Swords, forged from Purple Flame Bamboo and Skyflame Bamboo. There were seventy-two of them, each a Fourth-Grade Magic Treasure with tremendous power.
He formed a hand seal. The seventy-two Purple Flame Swords blurred and transformed into more than a thousand red flying swords, which slashed toward all sides.
A muffled metallic clang rang out as the red flying swords struck the nearby towering trees, leaving only faint sword marks.
Shi Yue's expression turned grave. It had been an ordinary strike, but the swords were still Fourth-Grade Magic Treasures. Yet they could barely damage these trees.
The towering trees within a radius of several hundred feet began to sway violently, and waves of yellow light flickered across the ground.
Shi Yue seemed to sense something. His figure blurred, and he abruptly appeared more than ten feet away.
A mass of yellow spikes suddenly burst out of the ground where he had been standing, their tips razor-sharp.
That wasn't all. The surrounding towering trees shook violently, and a great