Zhao Ziying's soul nearly flew from his body!
He had been in mid-air, like a leaf in the wind, relying on his quick grasp of the offensive rhythm within the Star River Sword Array.
Only then, with his Horizontal Saber, had he been able to barely cope.
Fang Shuwen's sudden yank had not only shattered that rhythm but had also plunged him down to the ground, where the assault was even more ferocious.
When Fang Shuwen had tossed him into the air, the Star River Sword Array had only diverted a small fraction of its power to deal with him.
The majority of the pressure was still focused on Fang Shuwen.
Now, having escaped that small contingent, he had fallen into a veritable Sea of Sword Qi. Zhao Ziying felt his doom was sealed.
His heart was pounding with terror, yet the moment he landed in Fang Shuwen's grasp, he heard the man ask him to name the Sword Array...
In that instant, Zhao Ziying went mad:
"The hell with the name! We're about to die here..."
