The sword light's circle seemed to solidify into substance, and Jiang Wang found himself lost between the external world and his inner self.
A circle formed by a single sword stroke, where winds and rains could not penetrate.
The pressure on the sword circle suddenly vanished, and he continued the sword circle out of the inertia of his body's instincts.
Then he suddenly became alert.
Grasping the sword without moving.
Everywhere snake corpses piled up like mountains, and he stood in the only "depression" at the center.
Sourness, pain, various sensations crashed together at this moment.
And the sword circle, honed to perfection, became his strongest defensive sword move at this stage.
But, he had finally held his ground!
Jiang Wang hadn't even had time to take a breath when suddenly—
Rustling, rustling, rustling.
The Dry Branch Snake Group, which had just dispersed, was surging back once more.
