The number of people continuously flowing in from behind was decreasing, and Xia Feng looked around and found that almost everyone who could come in had already done so.
The gate of the Holy Sword Pavilion behind them slammed shut, and a scarlet-gold giant sword suddenly shot out from the core of the Holy Sword Pavilion.
Everyone present turned pale.
The giant sword carried an endless pressure and terrifying sword intent, forcing many around to half-kneel on the ground.
Even Xia Feng and his companions felt a heaviness in their chests, as if their Divine Power was being slowed by the sword intent.
Those who had less mastery over the Great Dao of Celestial Sword than Xia Feng and his companions appeared even more ungraceful.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xia Feng even saw Li Qingyu across from him spit a mouthful of blood.
