Zhao Douan listened and roughly understood that the swords in the hands of these Taoists before him were not genuine flying swords but ordinary valuable swords controlled by magic.
Aha, that makes sense. If this hundred or so were all formidable with flying swords, Lu Zhengchun would've founded a sect and rivaled Martial Emperor City's Qingshan... Zhao Douan watched with a theatrical expression.
At this moment, seeing the advancing infantry formations pressing relentlessly forward, the leading Taoist hardened his expression and said, "Fellow disciples, let's join forces to repel the enemy!"
"Yes!"
The Taoists shouted in unison, their momentum impressive, as the swords above their heads suddenly surged forward like a swarm of locusts.
They poured down like a storm, with the mountain path swept by fierce winds, the pines swaying on both sides, and each longsword gathering like a whirlwind of swords, crashing fiercely into the shield wall of the Great Yu infantry.
