A white phantom swept through Seven from his left, its sword light flashing past.
Before he could move to block it, another white phantom passed through him from behind, leaving a wound across his waist.
Then, above his head, beneath his feet, in front, behind, left, and right, streaks of white light darted back and forth, one after another.
These phantoms moved in utterly erratic patterns, piercing through, doubling back, and circling around, leaving everyone dazzled.
Although Seven defended himself with the Thousand Demon Daggers and Scissors, the sword light carried by these phantoms was simply too fast.
As the real and the illusory interwove, he could not block them all, and small wounds kept appearing across his body.
Blood soon stained Seven's entire purple robe red.
As the final phantom swept past him, all the white phantoms rose into the air together.
The illusory three-foot swords in their hands instantly blazed with light that shot toward the heavens.
The next moment, every phantom swung its sword in unison.
Whoosh!
Dozens of blue-white sword lights slashed down at once, each sword arc stretching ten meters long as it swept downward.
They formed an enormous net of swords in midair, descending to engulf everything below.
The sword net was simply too fast. Seven had just tried to control Scissors to block it, but when he looked up, nothing remained in his vision but white.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The white sword net swallowed Seven in an instant.
Violent explosions erupted in the center of the platform, and the residual force of the white sword energy spread in all directions.
Broken stones and dust rose with the surging air.
Everyone in the spectator stands stared wide-eyed at the sight. This was a move Li Bai had never used before.
And this attack was