The blood blades were crescent-shaped, their edges razor-sharp.
They moved too fast for the naked eye to follow.
And there were enough of them to make his scalp crawl.
Blood blades sealed off every escape route in every direction.
"Get back!" Rokuya roared.
The cyan-blue Arcana Armor on his body instantly erupted with a blinding light.
His right hand whipped the Shura Blade from his waist.
A deep, pure blue glow instantly covered the entire blade.
Silver-blue streaks of light flickered along its edge.
Rokuya's wrist spun rapidly.
"Blade Tempest!"
He held nothing back.
He unleashed a small cyan tornado right where he stood.
The raging wind pressure and spiraling sword energy became countless invisible saw teeth.
They furiously shredded the incoming dark red blood blades.
A barrage of metallic clashes rang out across the bottom of the pit.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Rokuya's blade speed had already reached the limit his body could withstand.
The Shura Blade shredded the vast majority of the blood blades, turning them into red mist that dissipated in the air.
But the trap had sprung from far too close.
And the blood blades followed bizarre trajectories, with no fixed flight paths at all.
One exceptionally tiny blood blade slipped past the edge of Rokuya's defensive blade net at an extremely treacherous angle.
It sliced straight into Tengen's side.
Already gravely wounded and on the verge of death, Tengen shuddered violently.
A fresh torrent of blood gushed from the wound.
"Damn it!" Rokuya's eyes instantly became bloodshot.
Uncontrollable fury surged within him.
The enemy had deliberately left Tengen and the others alive.
It had been to use them as bait.
The moment anyone coming to their rescue touched the wounded, they would trigger the Blood Demon Art trap hidden in the shadows.
This was undoubtedly a