Executing a Formation, the 108 Generals did exactly as Wu Tian commanded. If he wanted them to strike the Sword Emperor 108 times, they would strike him 108 times.
Trapped within the Formation, the Sword Emperor soon realized something was terribly wrong. He had been too arrogant; he had underestimated this Formation.
Now, 108 men were slashing at the Sword Emperor simultaneously, each strike harmonizing perfectly. Coordinating three, four, or even five people was not difficult, but for 108 blades to harmonize so flawlessly… The Sword Emperor couldn't even fathom it. The individual strikes were unremarkable, but when combined, they were dazzling and magnificent!
They were like poppies: beautiful to look at, but if one were truly struck by them, an ordinary person would already be deader than dead.
"How could this be?"
"I have no idea."
