"Hmm?"
Once Nie Yun saw the appearance of those longswords clearly, he let out a sigh of relief.
These swords were all virtual constructs formed by the Sword Realm. They did not cause much harm to the physical body, instead primarily attacking one's soul. Those lacking firm resolve would not even need to face Myriad Swords Devouring Heart—one sword strike would likely throw their minds into chaos. At best, they would become idiots; at worst, they would die on the spot.
"Hold on!"
Clenching his fists, Nie Yun silently cheered his younger brother on.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
The myriad swords shot straight at him, plunging into Nie Tong's heart. One or two swords were nothing, but as more and more blades pierced into him, pain appeared on Nie Tong's resolute face, and sweat beaded across his forehead.
Nie Tong had come this far by raising his cultivation through methods that harmed himself. His tolerance for pain had already reached a level that even Nie Yun could only gaze at from afar. Ordinary pain would not make him so much as furrow his brow, yet now his head was drenched in sweat. This showed just how severe the agony was.
"This little pain won't stop me!"
With a furious roar, Nie Tong's aura suddenly surged. The Sword Realm that had previously seemed somewhat illusory began to solidify.
"Could it be... Nie Tong is using the pain of Myriad Swords Devouring Heart to charge into the Emperor Realm and condense a true Sword Realm?"
Nie Yun froze.
Nie Tong had condensed the rudimentary form of a Sword Realm. Even with his exceptional talent, it would probably take several years of tempering before he could solidify it and break through into the Emperor Realm. Yet he apparently could not wait that long.