Then suddenly every blade in the air shifted as if guided by a single will, their tips turning downward in perfect unison. For a brief moment, the battlefield froze under that silent alignment before the storm descended.
The swords rained down like a merciless torrent, piercing through flesh and bone without resistance as screams erupted instantly. Bodies were nailed to the ground mid-motion, some still clutching their weapons as life left their eyes.
Blood splashed across the broken earth, mixing with shattered techniques and fallen debris as the slaughter unfolded. The sheer suddenness of it broke the attackers' momentum completely, their advance collapsing in an instant.
Many cultivators staggered backward, their faces pale as fear replaced the earlier greed and arrogance. The formation they had built so aggressively shattered, leaving gaps filled only with hesitation and doubt.
