Inside the Secret Realm, Xu Liang hovered in mid-air, surrounded by a vast, colorless expanse—an endless world of white.
She twisted and moved like fire itself, dodging, parrying, and lashing out with waves of Fire Intent.
But no matter how many blades she shattered, more came, each faster and sharper than the last.
The formation gave her no opening—no pause—no room to retaliate.
'Damn it… where the hell did that bastard get his hands on such a high-tier formation?' Xu Liang thought, her expression sharp with frustration.
This wasn't an ordinary attack formation.
'A Mid-Tier Grade-6 Thousand Blade Intent Attack Formation... One of the rarest and most devastating among all Grade-6 attack formations.'
'Even for someone like me—at the High-Stage Nascent Soul Realm—it's impossible to break it alone.'
Swoosh!
With both hands ablaze, she unleashed arcs of flaming brilliance, shattering dozens of incoming blades mid-air.
But as soon as one wave fell, another took its place.
