章節 1839: Butterfly Dance

As soon as Lin Huang was done speaking, 18 sword formations rushed at Aza's clone instantly.

The sword formations had been consolidated and had been shrunk to the size of a regular battle sword. Under Lin Huang's control, their speed was no slower than God Weapon flying daggers.

Blood-colored electric arcs were shot forth like lightning as the 18 sword formations were swung down. They sealed all of the directions Aza's clone could escape in.

Lin Huang's goal was clear. He was forcing Him to fight him head-on.

Aza's clone had nowhere to run this time.

The regular dimensions on the material plane had all been sealed by the sword gleams.

He could hide in the microscopic world, but it would still be futile.

Lin Huang had already figured out a solution. Since he could seal the dimension once, it was only natural that he could seal it twice or thrice.