At that moment, Nameless suspected one of Baipusen's two unknown rewards was weakening his attacks. Otherwise, ordinary items could never have affected him.
Sword Slave rose from the ground again. Sure enough, he had no injuries, and the armor over his chest was unscathed.
He looked toward Nameless, only to find him suddenly gazing up at the sky. His expression shifted. With a low growl, he gripped his greatsword and took a fierce step forward, appearing before Nameless in an instant. He brought the blade down with a Mountain-Splitting Strike.
Nameless kept looking at the sky. He merely raised his right hand and caught the descending greatsword between his fingers. "What an ingenious formation. No, there's an item involved too. The energy flows subtly and smoothly, like wind and cloud, and guides my attacks on you into the void. Interesting!"
Then he looked at Sword Slave and smiled. "But what if I do this?"
As he spoke, he pressed a finger to Sword Slave's chest. Sword Slave could have abandoned his greatsword and retreated, but the problem was that he was Sword Slave.
Sword Slave was a slave to his sword. If he abandoned his greatsword, he would leave the formation's protection and die even faster.
In Nameless's eyes, his attack struck Sword Slave's chest, then spread through his body as countless fine golden threads before flowing swiftly toward the sky through a mark on his back.
Ordinarily, an enemy would not have been able to see this. But Nameless's attack had not stopped. He was still connected to those golden threads.
"If I knew nothing about formations, this one really could wear me to death. Sorry, though. I happen to have studied formations quite a bit." Having worked out how the formation operated, Nameless spoke with a smile.
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