Chen Yi exhausted all his methods: blade, sword, Thunder Talismans, spells, punches and kicks, body techniques, Peak Stepping Cloud... Despite this, he still couldn't cut them all down.
He was gradually nearing exhaustion, each movement slower than before.
Chen Yi's breath started to tremble.
When the sword blade slashed through the throat of the thirty-seventh obsession, Chen Yi's knee finally hit the gravel heavily. Blood seeped into the blade pattern from his cracked tiger's mouth, and in the moment the hilt slipped in his palm, three Sword Gangs tore into the tendons of his left leg.
The obsessions would not miss this chance to shred him to pieces.
Chen Yi raised his blade again.
