Yuan Zhen had basically confirmed that aside from being extraordinarily heavy, these three droplets of water had no other issues.
It was simply that the stickiness of these black droplets was far too tyrannical. Once they struck a flying sword, it was exceedingly difficult for the sword to shake them off—not to mention that Elder Lin had already been severely wounded at the time.
Merely clinging to the sword blade, these black droplets produced a crushing, tearing force. If the flying sword were even slightly inferior, it might not withstand that force and be forcibly torn apart and snapped.
If enough of these black droplets accumulated, they could even threaten a Void Refinement cultivator.
Of the flying swords Elder Lin had refined, only a portion were linked to his life essence. The rest were merely subsidiary swords.
Only in this way could he control them by the thousands or tens of thousands. Otherwise, if every sword had to be refined with a cultivator's essence blood, no sword cultivator could bear the burden.
Moreover, as the cultivator's own cultivation advanced in the later stages, the flying swords also had to advance. With so many flying swords, it was naturally impossible for every one of them to be identical; some would be better, some worse.
Outer sword cultivators refined so many flying swords mainly so they could form an all-encompassing sword formation. That was where the true power of outer sword cultivators lay.
Yuan Zhen then looked toward the remaining flying swords. Raising a hand once more, he drew another flying sword before him.
Elder Lin, across from him, still had his eyes closed as he recovered from his injuries. For the other party to inspect his flying swords like this was actually highly discourteous, and absolutely taboo among cultivators—but the other