The Legendary Man

Chapter 912 Limitless Flying Blade

Jonathan stood amid the werewolves, a dumbfounded look on his face as they continued to drop like flies. Such is the power of Limitless Flying Blade!

As the one providing spiritual energy and Pryncyp to the flying sword, Jonathan was connected with it and could accurately control its trajectory.

What shocked him, however, was that he could no longer see where the sword was.

It was flying around too fast!

Anyone who had read Chanaean legends before would undoubtedly be familiar with flying swords.

All it took was a single thought from the cultivator, and he'd be able to fly the sword into armies to take down the heads of enemies.

It was a power many people wished they possessed, but alas, only cultivators would know the truth behind it.

In reality, flying swords weren't as powerful as everyone had made them out to be.

Cultivators in Grandmaster Realm and above could release their spiritual sense and build a force field that expanded over tens of meters around themselves.

Once that was done, cultivators would then be able to manipulate the surrounding spiritual energy into any shape or form they desired.

Of course, that also meant they could control a flying sword within the force field instead of fighting with their bare fists.

Such a move might increase the attack range of the flying sword, but at the end of the day, control of it still depended on how skilled a cultivator was.

More importantly, expanding one's force field to tens of meters was a massive drain on spiritual energy.

It was undeniable that controlling a weapon remotely with spiritual energy increased its effective attack range. However, the cultivator would also have to take time to alter the energy formation around him.

Even though the entire process wasn't long, there would still be a delay, and a split-second hesitation during fights between elites could cost them their lives.

In short, using spiritual energy to control weapons was an utterly foolish move.

flying weapons when facing off against weaker counterparts or if they wanted to show off in front of mortals.

Sword, however, was

the sword, he realized he couldn't predict

words, Jonathan was merely providing Heaven Sword with spiritual energy; he wasn't the one

on its own killing

to Jonathan and hovered around him

brandished its claws, it was suddenly sliced in half

the murderous aura around him, Jonathan slowly took

they all

Pryncyp of Slaughter was draining fast, Jonathan morphed into an

sword turned invisible and circled Jonathan, leaving a pile of dead, bloodied

turned out, the werewolves weren't ordinary cultivators; they were all elites who had

and they fell to the ground like

hundreds of werewolves, Jonathan dodged them without breaking a

that point, the number of werewolves remaining in Charleigh's army couldn't have

word got out that such a battle had occurred, Chanaea, Remdik, and even the rest of the world would undoubtedly

to gaze at the pack of wolves behind him,

if I had more time. Even just thirty minutes would suffice! Alas, time is not on my side. Ksana has gone after Charleigh, and I know she can fight him off for a while. However, I'm also sure he will eventually kill her if the situation drags on. Besides, these werewolves are, in a way, nothing more than lab-grown products or mass-produced items in factories. Charleigh, on the other hand, is the head of this production line!

through the forest, leaving

into the air and swung her broken

Boom!

shattered almost immediately, and the blast rippled out hundreds

a hand seal and summoned two gold arcane arrays

to his feet, but they'd also grow in size with every step he took, allowing him to stand firmly

and dashed across the water

kept up with him by jumping across the larger

a spell with his magic staff