Chapter 385: Society of Sacred Swords (1)
The Lord of Sipjeonmun had been slain.
Alongside his previous crushing defeat at the hands of Ma Gwang-ik, this was another event that would shake the martial world.
However, despite such a significant event, the tides of battle did not shift dramatically. The battlefield was vast, but more importantly, there were simply too many factions entangled in the conflict.
Boom! Boom! Claaang!
Blades scattering cold steel light. Hundreds of weapons wielded by the warriors of the Heavenly Net Brigade formed a veritable hell of swords, akin to the abyss of blades in the netherworld.
Each and every one of them was a master who had cultivated their Protective Essence Veins, capable of surpassing human limitations. They surged toward the leaders of the Society of Sacred Swords, attacking from all directions—both on the ground and in the air.
The air was thick with deafening explosions, the roar of slicing winds, and the relentless clash of blades, all interwoven like an inescapable net.
—"Southwest, by Seomye’s position... The Sipjeonmun-armored warriors have formed a Sword Formation. Hah, and they're even using Isolated Force Transmission? Their eyes must be rolling back in madness. We need to break their necks before they become a problem."
—"Deputy Leader So-yeon is closest."
—"I’m heading there now."
Robes fluttered violently in both the skies and the ground below.
A mix of astonishment and killing intent filled the air. While some screamed as their throats were pierced or limbs severed by the blades of the Great Lords, others, still filled with inner energy, pushed the wounded forward with maddened roars.