Four figures appeared in four different directions surrounding the Liao chiliarch, but it wasn’t until the overwhelming Dao energy in their hands erupted that he finally noticed their presence. In an instant, countless flying swords rained down upon him!

Wei Yuan and his three Dao Foundation stage warriors were each wielding a flying sword gun and shooting everything they got at the Liao chiliarch. The flying swords shattered his battle armor, ripped his battle robes into tiny strips, shredded his flesh, and carved cracks into his bones! In the blink of an eye, the Liao chiliarch was struck by dozens of flying swords, leaving him battered and bruised all over!

These flying swords were also different from the ones that had been planted earlier. They were much bigger and a whole level more powerful. Each flying sword was equivalent to a single strike from a Dao Foundation stage cultivator, so the Liao chiliarch felt as if he had been hit by dozens of Dao spells in rapid succession. Even with his formidable mystic body, the injuries he sustained were quite severe.

In the blink of an eye, the sword boxes had emptied their payloads. A lull appeared in the output of gunfire.

A savage grin spread across the Liao chiliarch’s face, and the shamanist, who had been rushing toward the scene at full speed this whole time, let out a sigh of relief as well.

Just then, they saw Wei Yuan and the three warriors pulling out another fully-loaded sword box and held it on their shoulders. The entire process had taken less than a breath.

The Liao chiliarch’s savage grin...