Enduring the excruciating pain coursing through his body, Cheng Xu mustered every ounce of strength to stand upright, gingerly collecting the shattered formation plate fragments scattered across the ground. A profound sense of disappointment washed over him, like a heavy cloud casting a shadow over his hopes.
Both sets of array disks he had painstakingly acquired were now riddled with unsightly cracks, their intricate patterns marred by the devastating impact. To make matters worse, the majority of array needles lay broken, their delicate structures irreparably damaged. In their current state, they were rendered utterly useless.
Thankfully, the two flying swords he had invested in remained unscathed, resilient to the chaos that unfolded around them. It was a testament to the adage that quality comes at a price, for these flying swords, procured at considerable expense, indeed possessed exceptional durability.
