Disciples who had not reached the Yin Spirit Realm could forget about wielding a Sword Pellet. Even a Yin God True Person who had never studied sword control could do nothing with one.
Tang Changsheng had only just acquired this Sword Pellet, so his control was clumsy at first. He could conjure only a single sword light to pursue and slash at enemies. Gradually, he worked out a few tricks: chasing, cutting off escape routes, making sudden sharp turns, and sweeping sideways.
It was like a car that had once only gone straight ahead, then gradually learned to pull off U-turns, spins, and even drifts.
But before Tang Changsheng could have his fill, blood and feathers filled the sky. In the blink of an eye, more than half the great birds had been cut down, and the rest scattered.
Sword Immortals had always specialized in attack and killing. Most of their abilities rested in their Flying Swords.
With a fine Flying Sword in hand, their power naturally soared!
And the Sword Pellet in Tang Changsheng's hand was a top-grade Flying Sword of the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order.
Fighting together with their two swords, they killed more than half those great birds in the blink of an eye.
"What fine swordsmanship, junior brother! With your talent, it would be a waste not to study the sword!" Qin Qingyan exclaimed.
Tang Changsheng chuckled but said nothing more. He pulled Qin Qingyan along and kept fleeing.
That delay had let the Black Cloud draw much closer. They could now see clearly that the dark mass of cloud was packed with enemies.
Flying Towers stood in ordered ranks by height, layer upon layer in concentric circles around the Eight-Ring Flying Tower at the center.
And every flying tower was swarming with enemies, inside and