In the blink of an eye, the turtle-shell Magical Treasure's radiance dimmed completely, having been directly destroyed by the powerful onslaught.
The next moment, the immense attack, like falling stars, flared with light once more and erupted with countless blade gleams and sword shadows, about to swallow Tong Chuan whole.
"Damn it!"
Tong Chuan's chest heaved violently. His eyes were wide with fury, the rage in them like the flooding waters of nine rivers, ready to burst forth.
As the saying went, enough ants could bite an elephant to death.
If so many attacks all struck him, even if he did not die, he would be severely wounded. ??
He had thought victory was assured, only to find himself unable to fend them off. Most crucially, he, a dignified Out of Body stage cultivator, had actually been unable to defeat a swarm of Nascent Soul Stage ants.
If word of this spread, it would be enough to leave him utterly disgraced.
The mere thought of it made Tong Chuan furious beyond measure.
"Good! Very good! For you lowly ants to force Tong to this extent truly comes as a surprise."
"Unfortunately, no matter how brilliant your methods are, you are still nothing more than Nascent Soul Stage ants!"
"This move will let you witness the true strength of the Out of Body stage."
As his voice rang out, Tong Chuan's gaze turned terrifyingly gloomy in an instant.
With a sweep of his hand, a short azure banner, nearly indistinguishable from an array flag, appeared before him.
The banner moved without wind, yet it radiated astonishing spirituality and was shrouded in an unfathomable aura.
One glance was enough to tell that it was no ordinary item.
On either side of the banner was a large character. One read "Settle," and the