Thousands upon thousands of swords rained down, trailing vivid green afterimages like countless thunderbolts striking a single point, bathing the entire space in brilliant green. Their momentum was staggering. Beneath that blazing light, the Masked Man looked as tiny as an ant, yet he still presumptuously held up both hands to support the sky. It seemed almost laughable.
Most marveled at the might of this high-tier magical treasure, while the green radiance washed every spectator in green.
Others stared at the Masked Man in astonishment. He still wasn't running? Was he really going to withstand it head-on?
Xu Anchang and You Mu wore strained expressions. Their lack of any response showed that they, too, had abandoned the idea of helping. Both knew full well that even if they were willing to act now, they were already too late.
Of course, those who had noticed the Masked Man smash the gourd watched with anticipation, eager to see what he could accomplish with this last-ditch resistance. Li Hongjiu was one of them.
Sword Rain surged down. As its momentum gathered, even spectators farther away felt the tremors rippling through the air, and the raging winds all around scattered before it.
Though the countless green streaks arrived slightly apart, they descended within an instant, their might seemingly enough to slay gods and cleave demons.
Gu Liani pressed her lips together tightly, her gaze wavering slightly. In her heart, she truly could hardly bear to watch. She still felt a little sorry for him.
At this point, Shi Chun, his hands raised to support the sky, felt no panic at all. Instead, he was utterly calm. This was a natural response after repeatedly passing through life and death in the Land of Exile. He knew that even the slightest lapse now would put an