In the sky, blades and swords whistled through the air, Sword Qi and blade auras shining and intertwining as they constantly shuttled around Zhao Yongtian.
Merely twenty-some seconds had passed before Zhao Yongtian was whittled down to white bones by a thousand weapons, leaving only his head intact, with eyes wide open in terror and a face frozen in horror.
Moments later!
With a single wave of Ye Fei's hand, the thousand weapons each returned to their places, still forming a terrifying sword formation in mid-air, spinning rapidly.
At this moment, Ye Fei, with hair blazing red, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly suspended in mid-air, like a bloodthirsty Asura.
Silence!
The entire scene plunged into dead silence.
Whether they were Pangu Sect disciples who opposed Zhao Yongtian or the remaining remnants of Zhao Yongtian's underlings within the Pangu Sect, at this moment, it was as if they had been completely stilled.
Suddenly!
