"Not bad, some progress."
Lord Taishan said lightly, "You can now withstand one strike from me."
"Clang!"
Situ Ting wasted no words, left hand holding the Mystic Thunder Sword, right hand the Green Blade Sword, lightning and azure Sword Qi entwined as his body rose to the sky, eyes brimming with thunder overlooking the earth, akin to a god descending.
In his hands, the two entirely different flying swords began to merge, transforming into a divine dragon wrapped in blue and white lightning coiled around him, uttering a roar that trembled the heavens.
"Activate the formation!"
"Activate the formation!"
"Jiuxiao Juntian Mountain River Seal!"
At the same time.
Elder Chong Yuan Zhenren took out a Token from his bosom.
The sky suddenly dimmed, clouds twisted like ink into a massive vortex.
