Back in Building 720, Jing Jiu's fine metal threads had killed countless monsters.
Now, he had brought Hua Xi into an open area, and there were too many monsters before him for that cage method to be convenient.
Something like long-range sniping suited the present situation better, and he liked doing it this way.
Those monsters were so hideously ugly that it was best not to let them charge into his sight.
This was not Qingrong Peak's Uncaused Sword Art. Because of the Azure Light Cord around his wrist, he now knew nothing of the Green Mountain Sword Dao. He was merely following the method Snow Ji had taught him, pushing the advantages of this special body to their limit.
The first monsters to reach the Hub Station became fragments, frozen into grains of snow by the bitter wind. Then new monsters appeared elsewhere.
Jing Jiu turned toward those places, extended his finger, and pointed.
Monsters appeared in many places on the outskirts of Wushi City.
He kept changing direction.
Hua Xi held Snow Ji and clutched the hem of his clothes, constantly turning in circles behind him.
Before long, she could no longer keep up with his speed. Looking pitiful, she retreated a little farther away and sat beside the Monk of Joy.
She did not know who this young monk, who looked like a dancer, was, but she knew he certainly was not an enemy.
During the invasion of the Dark Matter Sea, no human was an enemy. They were companions, comrades in arms.
The Monk of Joy's body grew somewhat stiff. Not daring to look at Snow Ji in her arms, he could only keep staring at Jing Jiu.
By now, Jing Jiu had become a spinning top-or, more precisely, an autonomous weapons platform with full coverage