After eleven rounds of knife rain, the ground was littered with knives of all shapes and sizes. There wasn't even enough space to walk.
Han Sen stepped on the handles of the knives and followed Black Steel over to one of the knives. From what Han Sen could see, that knife was no different from the other knives that littered the ground.
But Black Steel looked happy. He carefully pulled out the knife and held it in his hands. He said, "This is a Duke weapon."
"It doesn't look like much." Han Sen saw that the knife was dim, and it didn't seem to be anything special.
"This is the Knife Grave. It is still sleeping, and its presence is suppressed. Once we leave the grave, we will be able to see its true power."
After that, Black Steel threw the knife back to Han Sen. "You asked me to find you a knife, and I found it. We are even now."
"You don't want it?"
Han Sen held the knife and swung it a few times. Although it felt good, Han Sen still wasn't quite satisfied.
"There is still a lot of time. I can still find another one." After saying that, Black Steel continued stepping on the mountain of swords. He continued moving forward without a hint of reluctance.
Han Sen had been following Black Steel for a while now, and he knew a lot about the place. After eleven rounds of knife rain, the chances of finding a high-class weapon were much higher. But finding a Duke weapon was still not easy. Aside from power, it also required luck.
Looking for a Duke weapon in a mountain of billions of knives on a planet like this would be harder than looking for a needle in a haystack.
There were more high-class knives, but there were only a few ordinary ones. The difficulty of finding one hadn't decreased, though. The chances of finding one were still low.
Han Sen was surprised that Black Steel was willing to give away a Duke weapon so casually.
The world was vast, and Han Sen and Black Steel were like two ants in a sea of knives. There were all sorts of different weapons, and Han Sen's eyes were dazzled by them.
Han Sen could swear he had never seen as many knives in his life as he had just seen.
Time went by, and Black Copper was unable to find another Duke knife. He couldn't even find a Marquise knife, let alone a Duke one.
It looked as if finding a Duke knife had used up all of their luck.
Boom!
A rumbling sound came from the ground again. The volcano, which was full of knives, shook again. Pillars of light soared into the sky, illuminating the clouds in the sky. It was as if the rolling clouds in the sky were not clouds, but rolling magma.
"Here it comes again!"
Han Sen shouted at Black Steel, who was still looking for a knife. He pulled out the Duke scimitar he had just obtained and looked at the red clouds.
Black Steel raised his head and stood up straight. He held a knife in each hand. One was the Zhanmadao, and the other was a short metal knife. Black Steel had found an Earl weapon.
Boom!
The magma-like clouds in the sky buzzed like thunder and lightning. Knives flew up from the clouds, their bodies still stained with the magma-like liquid. They shot down with strange knife lights.
The entire sky was instantly shrouded in a meteor-like shower of saber light. It was endless, as if there would never be an end to it.
Han Sen looked serious. Those were Viscount class weapons, and each of them was as powerful as a Viscount's full power.
Han Sen was holding a Duke knife, but it was dormant. It required Han Sen's own power to activate it. With Han Sen's Baron power, the power he could use was limited. He could only rely on the sharpness of a Duke knife.
Han Sen had seen how scary a Viscount knife rain could be when he was in the eleventh round. He and Black Steel had barely made it through, but this time, the knife rain was even stronger. Pang! Pang!
Pang! Pang!
Pang! Pang! Many knife lights came down, and the ground looked like it had been bombarded by countless missiles. The knives and the ground were blown apart, and countless pieces of broken stone and debris flew everywhere.
The scariest thing was that the sky was still raining down like a storm. It didn't look like it was going to stop.
Han Sen kept swinging his Duke knife. He kept swinging it, and he broke all the knife lights and knives that were coming for him. He didn't let any of them land on him.
But he was only holding a knife. It wasn't a shield. Although he was able to break all the knives that were falling from the sky, he couldn't care less about the ones that were coming for him.
The knife lights exploded, and the knives around him were blown away. Many of the fragments and knives were sent flying toward Han Sen. They left wounds all over his body, and even his Baron armor couldn't block them all.
Black Steel's situation was worse than Han Sen's. Han Sen had mutant blood power, so his wounds wouldn't bleed. If they were just flesh wounds, he'd be able to hold on.
But Black Steel's body was also covered in wounds. And the scariest thing was that his wounds kept bleeding.
The dense saber light fell like bombs. It was even more terrifying than a carpet bombing. At least there was a gap in the bombardment. However, the saber light and saber weapons in the sky were like a rainstorm that would never stop. They continued to bombard down.
Han Sen's Duke knife was very sharp, but even so, the shockwaves from breaking the knives were enough to numb Han Sen's arms. His hands were torn.
The knife rain continued for ten minutes, but it didn't look like it was going to stop.
Han Sen and Black Steel had their backs against each other. They each guarded half of the space, which made them feel a little better. But it was only a little better.
"This knife rain has been going on for too long. I can't hold on any longer. Should we go?" Han Sen shouted, as he continued to break the knives.
"You go first. I haven't found a weapon that suits me yet," Black Steel said. He was still swinging his knives like crazy.
"This one is for you. I'll just take one," Han Sen said.
"That's yours. It's not mine," Black Steel said calmly.
"Are you a donkey?" Han Sen kept swinging his knife.
"You go first," Black Steel said, as he swung his knife.
"F * ck you!" Han Sen swung his knife and broke a few of the knives above his head.
Boom!
The sky boomed with thunder again. The magma clouds in the sky exploded. They turned into a flood that came down from the sky. It was as if the sky was going to collapse.
Knives!
Countless knives!
The knives were like a flood. They formed a knife river, and the knife lights came down from the sky. They were strong enough to destroy the sky and the earth.