Almost simultaneously, a flash of green lightning appeared above the jade vehicle, and Han Li's figure mysteriously emerged. Without saying a word, his sleeve flicked, and dozens of small golden swords darted out like fish swimming, transforming into streaks of golden light. They descended like a torrential rain, enveloping the entire jade vehicle beneath them.
"Break!" The middle-aged Taoist's face changed drastically. He immediately shouted and pointed a finger at the Eight Trigrams Mirror hovering above his head, activating the treasure.
Instantly, a black-and-white beam of light shot out from the mirror's surface, and with a flicker, transformed into a spray of fine threads, directly entangling the golden streaks.
The moment the two forces clashed outside the green glow, continuous "puff puff" sounds rang out!
The flashing golden light of the small swords cut through the threads as effortlessly as slicing through withered branches.
