The long chains shot towards Jiang Shouzhong's legs, each chain armed with sharp barbed hooks.
"Interesting."
Jiang Shouzhong was somewhat surprised at the combat prowess of this army and decisively withdrew the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor, raising the Seven Kills Blade and charging into the crowd.
The blade's light shimmered like a silver ribbon amidst the crowd, and with every swing it left behind a cascade of blood.
At the same time, he unleashed four flying swords.
The flying swords darted back and forth among the soldiers, leaving blood spraying wherever they passed.
Some soldiers had their arms severed by the flying swords, while others were pierced through the chest and died on the spot.
"This man's cultivation is incredibly powerful."
Taoist Zhong, who had been observing the battle from afar, furrowed his brows tightly, his expression growing increasingly grim.
Suddenly, he felt the Compass in his hand tremble violently, starting to shake uncontrollably.
