"You little brat, I underestimated you!"
The Rat Daoist escapes the range of the Sword Array and casually spits out a small gray-black bottle.
This small bottle is roughly three inches in size, but under the Rat Daoist's control, it rapidly enlarges into a bottle about a foot tall. It appears to be made of neither metal nor stone, rather peculiar, and emits an unusual, dense aura.
Under the Rat Daoist's manipulation, this gray-black Treasure Bottle spews out a grayish mist, heading straight toward the Sword Array set by Gu Yuan.
These gray mists are rather strange; with just a sweep, the meticulously arranged Sword Array by Gu Yuan suddenly starts to stagnate or lose control. Out of forty-nine Sword Lights, half veer off their original path, scattering messily.
It can be said that this Sword Array is instantly half broken.
"What!"
Gu Yuan freezes, then seems to think of something, a suspicion crossing his mind, "Could it be... this is the Power of Primordial Magnetism?!"
