Han Yutang was frightened out of his wits and instinctively slashed out with a sword. However, that sword strike of his, which could rival a Sword Saint's, didn't manage to cut open the Array at all. Instead, it shook him back a few steps, and right after that, countless phantom Sword Lights fell from the sky, blotting out the heavens as they shot toward the two of them.
Han Yutang swung his sword once, dispersing those countless Sword Lights into nothingness. But before he could even catch his breath, tens of thousands of Sword Lights condensed again and slashed toward him once more, their power even stronger than before.
Han Yutang slashed several times in a row, and just as he shattered those myriad Sword Lights, new Sword Lights would immediately condense again, and their power only grew stronger and stronger.
"How, how can this be?" The lackey behind him didn't have his strength and had long since been scared pale by the myriad Sword Lights, stammering as he spoke.
