The flaming giant sword, over ten zhang long, slashed down heavily, its power astonishing, easily slicing through the gray ribbons above the Hundred Corpse Array, cutting through more than half of it in an instant, and was about to fall on Lou Yi's head!
The disciples of the Corpse-Driving Sect showed worry, feeling that Lou Yi was hardly likely to survive.
As for those closely related, like Bi Yaoyao, Rong Xuejian, and Dai Xiang, they were even more nervous, palms sweaty, skin tingling, hearts pounding vigorously.
The flaming giant sword was unstoppable, slicing through the gray ribbons above the array as easily as cutting tofu.
Fortunately, after cutting through halfway, its speed suddenly slowed down, as if encountering great resistance.
It turned out, the ribbons at the bottom became denser, layered like envelopes, with a density more than ten times that of before.
