Hong Ying's eyes were filled with terror: "It's over. This is the Qingyang Sword Array. Once trapped, no one can survive!"
The Qingyang Sword Array, one of the secret formations of the Qingyun Sect, is astonishingly powerful. Once activated, it's like a net cast over the sky and earth, trapping the enemy within, leaving them no chance to escape.
Within the sword array, sword qi crisscrossed and intertwined, forming an impenetrable web. Even the most adept cultivators find it hard to break through.
To take a step back.
Even if by some stroke of luck this Qingyang Sword Array is broken, there's still a powerful Fifth Level Loose Immortal watching keenly from the side.
Today, they really have no chance of living.
Xu Wendong's lips curled up, a trace of disdain flickering in his eyes. He turned back to the woman beside him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Just a bunch of ants, do you believe your husband could wipe them out with a single finger snap?"
