"What kind of spirit bees are these? Green Lightning Bees? Green Lightning Bees don't look like this!" The Middle-aged Scholar's expression changed slightly, and he asked in confusion.
"They must be some kind of mutated spirit insects. Hurry and deal with them, or it'll be troublesome once he survives his tribulation." The Blue-skirted Young Woman pointed toward where Shi Bai was.
At that moment, the enormous dark clouds above Thunderclap Valley churned. Countless silver lightning bolts shot out, vanishing into the Golden Sun in a flash. Streaks of Silver Lightning Glow lit up inside it.
Seeing a large swath of Purple Lightning strike toward her, the Blue-skirted Young Woman remained unruffled. She aimed the Blue Small Mirror in her hand in front of her, and it sprayed a great swath of blue radiance. Every incoming bolt of Purple Lightning froze solid.
Seizing the opportunity, the Middle-aged Scholar raised a hand. A golden light flew out, revealing a somewhat tattered golden scroll.
The Middle-aged Scholar formed a series of hand seals with his fingers and sent a spell seal into the golden scroll.
The golden scroll immediately blazed with golden light and unfurled in midair.
Dozens of flying sword patterns were painted across it. The swords varied in shape and size, but each one looked incredibly lifelike—even the patterns on their blades were clearly visible.
On closer inspection, the swords seemed to be arranged in a sword formation, though more than ten swords appeared to be missing.
"Let's see how you like the power of my Hundred Sword Diagram!" the Middle-aged Scholar said with a cold laugh, sending a spell seal into the golden scroll.
A series of crisp sword cries rang out as dozens of Golden Flying Swords shot out from the scroll, rushing to slash at the Spirit Devouring