"Illusion Technique?" Han Li was momentarily stunned by the scene, but immediately shook his sleeves. Dozens of small golden swords flew out like fish, transforming into long golden swords just under a foot in length.
As he urged the sword technique in his mind, each flying sword blurred slightly and split into multiple identical sword glints, spiraling and dancing around him.
In an instant, the sky was filled with golden light, sword qi crisscrossing, pulverizing any beast within several dozen yards.
Beast blood and mangled corpses, beastly roars surrounded Han Li on all sides.
But Han Li frowned slightly!
The feeling of the flying swords striking and everything he witnessed were so vividly real that these beasts seemed nothing like illusions, making it impossible to discern any falsehoods.
With a hint of doubt in his heart and a blank expression, Han Li's swarm of flying swords continued to weave a protective shield around him, never pausing for a moment.
