"Sword formation."
Seeing the eighteen sword puppets surrounding him, Ye Lin's heart gave a tremble.
"Don't come over."
Seeing Iron Hammer itching to make a move, Ye Lin raised a hand to stop him.
The ancestor of the Green Vine Tribe had been able to create a rock giant at the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm. By all reason, he should not have feared sword puppets at the peak Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.
Yet according to Qing Luo, her ancestor had been deeply fearful of these sword puppets.
Now that he had sensed their true strength, Ye Lin formed a conjecture.
He was at the peak Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, and neither Sword Demon nor the other two had stepped onto the path. Only he had entered this path.
So the sword puppets' strength was determined by the strength of whoever entered?
If that was truly the case, it would be fine if Iron Hammer stayed away.
But if Iron Hammer came over, things would truly turn disastrous.
"Don't rush."
A sharp glint flashed through Sword Demon's eyes as he lifted a hand and placed it on Iron Hammer's shoulder.
Clearly, he had also noticed something.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin was observing the eighteen sword puppets.
The positions of these eighteen sword puppets were not random, but subtly conformed to some kind of combined attack formation.
Their auras were linked, their Sword Intent fused. Even each breath they took followed the same rhythm.
They appeared to be eighteen, yet were truly one.
That was terrifying to the extreme.
"Huu..."
Ye Lin let out a deep breath.
His mind rapidly searched for a way to break the formation.
The only thing he knew was that he could not allow himself to be trapped.
The laws of the Sword Dao began to