The willow branches were no longer hanging still but were instead like a well-trained army. Some swept across horizontally, some pierced through, others entangled, and some struck, each adopting different postures to confront different enemies.
One willow branch whipped towards the blade light, emitting a crisp clash of metal upon impact, forcibly dispersing the dark red blade light into a myriad of red sparks that slowly extinguished as they scattered in the air.
Another willow branch looped from the side, striking at a Tier Six black-clothed man's ribs at a tricky angle. The man dodged hastily yet still had his robe sliced open by the edge of a willow leaf, leaving a shallow bloodstain, as beads of blood seeped out, staining the black cloth.
Two more willow branches simultaneously launched a pincer attack on a Tier Seven powerhouse.
