Along the pathway, grotesque pieces of broken swords were seen plunging out of the ground. Some were buried deep under, while some barbed fragments were left scattered on the ground.
The number of swords they stumbled onto was ever increasing, pilling closely across the black wilderness. The amount was uncountable even with the spiritual power of a Half-Saint. An ocean of swords was the term to describe the view.
Some of the swords were as tiny as a needle but had exquisite craftsmanship which made them stand out among the others.
Some were ten meters long, broader than a door frame, like a sword belonging to a giant.
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These were only the ones visible on the ground. No one knew how many more were buried underneath.
The moment Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu stepped into the area, all the swords on the ground sensed the arrival of a Sword Saint. In response to that, they were vibrating, giving out a wobbling sound.