When Wen Qingye walked up and reached the second level, three scarecrows stood before him. The three scarecrows were identical to those on the first level, their bodies made of a special wood, their eyes glinting with a cold light, and holding unsheathed blades.
The lead scarecrow charged forward. The sound of its blade preceded its arrival, accompanied by a whistling, chilling wind that assaulted the senses. Wen Qingye's sword instantly flew from its sheath.
"Snake Shadow Ten Thousand Gifts!"
In an instant, it was as if ten thousand snakes had lunged forth at once. Countless sword shadows transformed into myriad streams of Sword Qi, each possessing a strange yet piercingly sharp quality.
The lead scarecrow was struck down by Wen Qingye's attack and collapsed to the ground. The other two scarecrows seized the opportunity to strike. Although their blades were incredibly fast, their attacks were completely without form.
