If they were fighting on their own, this would naturally not be strange or useful. However, when these dozen or so completely different nomological insights and completely different martial techniques and sword techniques formed a sword array, the effect was completely different.
All kinds of completely different nomological laws overlapped with each other, and even the power of the sword gleams in their hands was multiplied.
The two mystique venerable rank fighters had rushed into the formation rashly and were immediately drowned by more than a dozen completely different nomological sword intents. They were caught up in one thing and lost the other. If it were not for their ordinary strength, they would have been killed by the sword.
Ling Chuxi had originally wanted to make a move, but as she watched, a light suddenly flashed in her mind and she stopped.
