Frightening

The battle on the Foundation Establishment battlefield had already stopped.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators of Blood Crow Palace and the other four major sects were scared out of their wits by Su Zimo's methods and did not dare to advance.

Clang! Clang!

Su Zimo beckoned gently and the 18 flying swords that were streaking around the Foundation Establishment battlefield returned to him, hovering above his head and buzzing loudly.

"Candlelight Sword Formation, condense!"

Right after, the 18 flying swords gathered together with their tips pointing outwards in unison, forming a gigantic sword-shaped circular disk. 18 rays of sword qi were released like a blazing sun and was extremely dazzling!

"Kill!"

Propping the seal with his left hand, Su Zimo held his saber with his right and flapped his spirit wings, charging forward with the Candlelight Sword Formation above him.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!