"What happened? Weren't these Flowing Water Treasure Swords already destroyed...?" Zhan Ze froze briefly, finding it unbelievable.
He had seen it clearly just now. Under his saber strike, these Flowing Water Treasure Swords had been utterly powerless to resist and were all destroyed.
But...
Now these Flowing Water Treasure Swords had actually appeared again.
"No, these streams of his... every stream can condense into a treasure sword. In other words, they're inexhaustible—impossible to wipe out!"
Zhan Ze suddenly realized the truth.
Not only had the destroyed Flowing Water Treasure Swords directly ahead condensed again, but the ones elsewhere had done the same.
More importantly...
"Damn it, my saber's caught!"
Zhan Ze's expression turned ugly.
At that very moment, Zhan Ze abruptly sensed that his saber, which had plunged into the waves of Flowing Water Treasure Swords, was caught amid countless swords.
Caught wasn't quite the right word, actually.
Because...
The Flowing Water Treasure Swords kept appearing without end, surrounding the saber he had slashed into their midst.
If they had merely surrounded it, that would have been fine. Zhan Ze had absolute confidence that he could destroy the Flowing Water Treasure Swords...
The real problem was that, as his saber shattered large numbers of Flowing Water Treasure Swords, Zhan Ze distinctly felt the power within it... weakening!
No power remained unchanging.
Even when dealing with True Gods who were too frail to withstand a breeze in Zhan Ze's eyes, if their numbers were great enough, his power would weaken. It was merely a matter of how much.
Right now, that weakening was undoubtedly immense. Zhan Ze could feel with perfect clarity that the power of his strike was being consumed at an incredible rate...
Ninety percent!
Eighty percent!
Seventy percent!
It kept weakening.
"Impossible!"
Shock and disbelief involuntarily filled