"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
In the middle of Lan Shui Lake, a series of sharp howling sounds arose.
Under Shen Jianting's feet, the lake water began to spin crazily along with the eight Divine Swords, the vortex spinning faster and deeper.
In that instant, the moon seemed to dim.
All the energy in the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be drawn by the Divine Swords, crazily rushing towards them.
In an instant, all the energy transformed into numerous tiny cyan sword blades.
The number was dizzying.
The cold light was piercing.
All the sword blades surrounded Shen Jianting, spinning so fast that they emitted a series of ear-piercing buzzing sounds.
The cyan sword blades were tiny, but they contained extremely powerful force.
Everywhere they reached, the sound of space shattering could be heard.
"Its name is Blade Storm!"
Shen Jianting gasped for air, but each breath caused him immense pain.
