Chaos—utter chaos—complete confusion! That was the scene inside the illusion array.
At first, disciples from every nation had still clustered together, presenting a united front against the outside. But countless yellow talismans and a great many magical artifacts flew back and forth through the air, throwing the previous formation into total disarray. Disciples of different nations were mixed together, as were disciples of different sects. No one could tell who was who. The moment they saw a disciple approaching, they launched their artifacts without a second thought, not caring whether that disciple was familiar or not!
All the disciples within the illusion array possessed divine sense. With their divine senses tangled together, the confusion was even worse.
Xiao Hua saw a flying sword coming from afar, seemingly aimed at him. Releasing a trace of his Buddhist consciousness, he had long since spotted a Southern Nether Sect disciple behind him holding a basin-shaped magical artifact. A faint blue-green light emerged from it, condensing into fist-sized spheres that scattered like rain toward a Joyful Sect disciple.
Thus, Xiao Hua did not rush to dodge. When the flying sword truly drew near, he merely shifted his feet slightly and evaded it in an instant. The Southern Nether Sect disciple naturally had divine sense protecting him and had long seen his surroundings clearly. Yet Xiao Hua's dodge caught him completely off guard. The flying sword was three inches wide and over a foot long, flames coiling around it as it came with fierce momentum. Before it even stabbed him, the Southern Nether Sect disciple sensed the profound magic power upon it. It was already too late to evade. Left with no choice, he poured spiritual power into the token talisman he had prepared beforehand. A milky-white radiance descended from above and swiftly covered him,