The curtains of water continued to rise up, and the Waterflame Lotuses continued to bloom.

The seventy two flying swords, in the shape of a giant circular arc, pierced through the multiple curtains of water, pierced through the Waterflame Lotuses, and stabbed towards Ning.

“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”

One sound rang out after another. Ji Ning, the Darknorth swords in his hands, hurriedly executed his swordplay, a curtain of water formed from sword light. Ning allowed those flying swords to attack as they pleased, focusing on defense and relying on his two swords to block those seventy two flying swords.

Whoosh!

A flying sword slashed past Ning’s thigh, sending blood flying.

Chop!

A flying sword pierced past Ning’s flank.

“Ning, quick, return, return.” The controller of the Netherwyrm Heavenlock Formation, Patriarch Ji Ninefire, sent frantically.

“No.” Ning was unwilling.

“Quick. Your life is more important than ours. Stop fighting. Quick, return.” Ninefire’s voice was filled with urgency and pain.

Ning gritted his teeth, ignoring the Patriarch. He had to go all out and do his best, because…he truly didn’t want to fail.

He didn’t want to fail.

He didn’t want to see them die!

He didn’t want to!

……….

Adept Xu watched from afar, the look...