The seven-hundred-some swords had all once been renowned throughout the world.
Their former owners had all been exceptional experts who dared to venture into the land of demons.
In their eyes, what did the Netherworld matter?
The storm of swords began to attack once more.
This time, however, the swords no longer had such fierce energy and they seemed more focused.
The positions of the swords became more fixed, their connections tighter.
Because the moment they destroyed the Seventeen Netherworld Armors, the Setting Sun Sword in the Demon Lord's hand also slashed down.
The ten-some swords at the very front angrily shrieked as they were sent flying while several of their comrades wailed as they broke.
Besides his fight with the previous Demon Lord in the snowy mountains, this was the first time Chen Changsheng's swords had been broken since he had left the Garden of Zhou.
