A thousand swords rained down, accompanied by shimmering green shadows, crashing towards a single point like a thunderstorm. The space basked in an emerald radiance, the momentum overwhelming. Beneath the dazzling light, the masked figure appeared insignificantly small, like an ant, yet stubbornly raised both hands skyward. His actions seemed almost laughable.
Most observers were awestruck by the imposing power of this High-level Magical Treasure, while the green brilliance dyed everyone watching in shades of jade.
Some stared at the masked figure in disbelief—why wasn't he running? Was he really planning to resist head-on?
Xu Anzhang and You Mu wore grim expressions; their lack of any reaction revealed their decision to abstain from helping. Both understood clearly— even if they wanted to act now, it was too late.
