Scarlet Sword Qi surged fiercely into the heavens, its cold radiance flickering ceaselessly, radiating boundless slaughter.
One moment it appeared ahead, the next behind, moving through the void like a ghost of the Netherworld, coming and going without a trace.
It left onlookers struggling to follow, sweat running down their backs.
It seemed that at any moment, amid those unbroken, muffled peals of thunder, an unexpected stroke might shear their heads clean off!
Yet facing this vicious offensive, Chen Jade Pivot neither dodged nor evaded.
He merely formed a Spell Formula, and the clear light around him flashed upward, condensing into no fewer than a thousand crystalline droplets. Swift as shooting stars and lightning, they collided head-on with the sword light.
The sword light's murderous power needed no elaboration.
Every sweeping pass blasted the droplets in its path apart in midair, forcibly destroying them.
Yet even so.
It could do nothing against their sheer numbers.
They seemed inexhaustible. Even after their forms were worn away, they regenerated in the blink of an eye.
One became two, two became four, four became eight, eight became sixteen...
Before they had fought for long, even a rough count put the swelling number of droplets at over three thousand.
Packed densely together, they formed two rings, inner and outer, guarding Chen Jade Pivot in the center like ranks of soldiers-a formation of forbidding discipline.
Though Chen Heng's sword light moved like a startled dragon, ferocious beyond compare, its edge was indeed difficult to withstand.
Yet against such tight defenses.
However the sword light charged left and right, its efforts were fruitless.
It could never break into the inner ring, only squander its strength against the outer one...
Seeing this, Chen Jade Pivot showed neither carelessness nor disdain, and did not lower his guard.
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