Mu Hanyan pointed into the distance, and only then did Jiang Qiling see clearly. The sand and stones all over the ground quickly coalesced under an invisible force, forming chunks large and small, whirling in mid-air.
Roughly counted, the number of rocks hanging overhead exceeded tens of thousands, dark as storm clouds pressing down, the sharp whistles as they spun, the muffled thuds when they collided, made one's eardrums ache, and even the heart that had been unsettled began to jump up and down with each impact.
"Watch your vital points!" warned Fen Qianji as he rose and slashed out with his sword once more.
Where Sword Light passed, all the rocks were slashed into powder, but the other rocks did not disappear. Instead, they poured down like a torrential downpour towards the group.
Mu Hanyan understood that if the previous two Sword's Residual Powers tested their attack, then this one was a test of their defense.
