Dozens upon dozens of figures of Song Wen suddenly emerged from the surging, blood-red sea, all soaring into the air to attack Gu Jiuyou and his two companions.
"Paltry tricks!"
Gu Jiuyou snorted contemptuously. With a sweep of his sword fingers, his sharp sword unleashed countless streams of sword qi, sending them slashing toward those figures of Song Wen.
These "Song Wens," however, were not as frail as expected. Some shattered the incoming sword qi barehanded; others let it pierce their bodies, only to recover instantly, completely unharmed.
Even so, the number of "Song Wens" was rapidly dwindling.
Ordinary sword qi could do nothing to them, but they could not withstand the magical treasures of Gu Jiuyou and his companions. Almost every touch made them collapse into wisps of bloody mist.
Meanwhile, the remaining "Song Wens" kept closing in on the three.
Suddenly.
A flash appeared between the brows of one "Song Wen," manifesting nine dark-red blades.
"His real body is over there!"
As Yu Qiu spoke, Gu Jiuyou and Chi Shang also turned their gazes toward the real Song Wen.
By then, the nine dark-red blades had already shot through the air, heading straight for Chi Shang.
"A divine sense attack!"
Chi Shang's pupils contracted, and a round jade disc abruptly appeared before him.
The disc was roughly palm-sized. The moment it appeared, it released rings of luminous white light that spread in every direction.
It was clearly a soul-defense magical treasure, but it was only a supreme-grade spirit treasure. Against the divine sense attack of a Lingxu Dao Immortal like Song Wen, it fell somewhat short.
The nine dark-red blades streamed forward one after another, breaking through the rings of luminous white light. Though visibly weakened, they still pierced the space between Chi Shang's brows.
Pain immediately contorted