A dark shadow emerged above Su Lan's head, resembling a living entity, constantly twisting and shifting, morphing into a large tree one moment and a giant beast the next.
The instant the shadow appeared, Song Jian felt a trace of threat, as if he were being targeted by a massive beast, a chill developing along his spine.
"Karmic Fire Red Lotus Sword Formation, condense!" Song Jian bellowed, directing over a thousand Spirit Swords toward Su Lan.
A smile emerged on Su Lan's face, he said to Song Jian, "Your Sword Formation seems powerful, but it's actually quite flawed, especially this condensing process—it has serious issues!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the shadow above Su Lan's head started to quickly coalesce towards the center, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow gathered into a wooden sword and plummeted from the air.