As soon as Xiao Ming's chants rang out, the gold and black swords made sudden movements, arranging themselves to assume the position of the array.
The golden sword soared upward while the pitch-black sword charged downward in the opposite direction, like two dragons ascending and descending through the heavens.
Soon they started whirling, and with their spinning they created an exclusive field around themselves, generating pressure on all life forms within its influence.
The field soon collapsed inward and became a sea of roiling sword qi, churning like an ocean in a storm.
There was endless gold and black colored sword qi interlocked within the sea, accompanied by suffocating pressure that seemed to suppress the very will of the beasts around.
WUAH!!
Agonizing roars rang out from merely the manifestation alone.
The actual feast had yet to begin.
"KILL!"
Xiao Ming's voice dropped, the frequency falling to a subzero level as the temperature grew cold enough to bite.
