The dark cloud-like swarm of swords blocked out the sun, pouring down like heavy rain towards Fang Zhou.
The incoming swords were not only aiming for the spot where Fang Zhou stood, but the entire surrounding area including the Cloud Bridge was within the swords' falling coverage.
The Trialists showed expressions of panic and fear, tumbling and scrambling to dodge, terrified of being perforated by the falling swords.
Trial Elder Feng Qin wore a look of disbelief; by the time she thought to intervene, it was already too late. The number of incoming swords was overwhelming; she couldn't control so many, and she had to dodge as she herself was also within the coverage area.
The only person who did not move was Fang Zhou, who was completely dumbfounded.
Initially, he had only intended to try and see if he could cause a sword or two to respond, thinking that would be enough. He never expected that all the swords atop Buried Sword Ridge would resonate with him.
