Entering the Sea, Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords (3)

"Brother Han, we can't defend this place. Let's go if we can," a sword cultivator wearing chain armor and carrying a large sword said in a low voice beside Han Muye.

The person who spoke was called Qi Ziming. He was a Golden Core Realm sword cultivator with powerful combat strength.

He was also the strongest among these sword cultivators.

Below, more sword cultivators began to retreat in defeat.

Although sword cultivators were not afraid of death, they were not stupid. It was obvious that the enemy was powerful, and if they still wanted to fight, they would be fools.

Han Muye stood up and nodded. "We can't defend the Sea Gazing Reef. Let's go to Clear Wind Island a hundred miles away. It's not far from the Clear Wind Sword Sect."

With that, he flew down.

"Brother Qi, you guys clear the way. I'll cover the rear."

Most of the thousand-odd sword cultivators on this island were gathered by Qi Ziming and Han Muye.