Seeing a fellow in the early-stage Quasi-Saint realm emerge, Bingyi let out a roar, "Hold him for three breaths!" Without a second thought, he leaped out of the combat circle and flicked his sleeve, sending hundreds of immortal swords flying out. Every single one of them was at the level of a mid-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.
As the hundreds of immortal swords appeared, they instantly formed a scaled-down version of the Myriad Sword Killing Array. The tip of every sword burned with a wisp of pale blue celestial ice flame.
"Spread out!" At Bingyi's roar, Qiuniu and the other eight immediately scattered. "Myriad Sword Killing Array, go!" Amidst the sound of air tearing, the hundreds of immortal swords each traced a profound, mystical trajectory through the air, together descending to trap Ancestor Kunpeng overhead.
Chapter 211