The huge umbrella formed from swords covered the sky of the Garden of Zhou. It blocked the flowing flames that fell from the sky and held up the dimensional fragments that cracked and fell. The fragments of the sky originally should not have had any weight, but on the shapeless umbrella surface, they seemed to have an infinite weight. With only a soft bang, Chen Changsheng’s legs were deeply embedded in the tough rock. Around them, countless tiny cracks formed, and his pants were immediately ripped to countless shreds.
In the next moment, his body began to tremble violently. The unimaginable weight and pressure of the sky were directly passed through the ten thousand swords into his body. Every bone in his body seemed to creak, as if they could break at any moment.
