The Small Knife couldn't react; in that second, even those Inner Sect disciples merged with their Magical Treasure Flying Swords could only struggle in vain.
But this didn't mean that no one could react.
An unassuming man dressed as an Outer Sect disciple reacted.
Within that second, he patted the gourd at his waist.
The gourd emitted light, and countless sword shadows emerged from it.
As if crossing time and space, a sword shadow mark appeared on the Small Knife's forehead.
Drip: You have been marked by a Sword Seal.
Tip, Magic Treasure Level.
Immediately, the world turned upside down, and the surroundings changed dramatically.
Tall stone walls appeared one after another; the Small Knife was already in a maze, surrounded by labyrinthine passages.
The feeling of being locked on remained, and more importantly, the Small Knife felt himself slowly weakening.
Although the weakening was subtle, a check showed that his Experience was starting to decrease bit by bit.
