PFFT!
Zhang Daoxuan spat out another mouthful of essence blood. This time, the blood mist didn't dissipate, but was completely absorbed into the twelve Flying Swords surrounding him.
His face turned deathly pale at a visible rate, yet his aura, rather than weakening, swelled in power, surging once more as if he were setting his own life ablaze!
"Sword Array, activate!"
Following a hoarse growl, the main sword, Zhenyue, flew back before him, while the other twelve blood-stained secondary swords hummed and instantly returned to their positions.
Then, with Zhenyue at its core, they formed a profound and intricate circular Sword Array.
Each sword's position was perfect, their Sword Qi interlinking and their sharp edges converging. Its power was at least fifty percent greater than before!
In the spectator stands, Dongfang Zhen let out a soft sigh.
He had seen this move from Zhang Daoxuan before.
