The Red Robed Monk said coldly, "A monk, a youth in black..."
The next moment.
His heart jolted with fear, his back drenched in cold sweat. The scene before his Eye Power shifted. The youth in black, who had stood beside the tall monk, now cast his gaze directly to where the Red Robed Monk was... and then vanished on the spot.
A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.
"Form the array!"
"Form the array!!"
The Red Robed Monk shouted loudly, quickly centering himself. Eleven disciples, based on their Cultivation Realm, spread out in succession, stepping on Flying Swords. Two among them, at Foundation Establishment Stage, were wobbling due to unstable cultivation, barely managing to reach the river by relying on talismans. They now completed the edges of the Sword Array!
Twelve people, twelve streams of Sword Qi, some thick, some fine.
In an instant, they formed a giant red python!
