Over ten shooting stars fell from the sky, faintly illuminating the night. At the very head of these stars, the seemingly burning arrows could be seen very clearly.
Nanke's face remained cold and wooden, but her eyes suddenly contracted. Her hands tightened their grip on the sword, but there was not enough time to strike at Xu Yourong, so she thrust it at the night.
Thrusting at the night sky was one movement, and if she remained still, it would only be one image. However, her sword thrust countless times at the night sky, creating a compilation of countless images.
Nanke held her sword high, perpendicular to the night sky above her. Her eyes were fixed several zhang away at Xu Yourong, but countless sword glows circled around her body, turning into a nigh-perfect sphere of light.
The surface of that sphere was covered with countless tiny lines. Every one of those lines was a sword.
