Within the storm of dark clouds, sword lights like lightning crisscrossed, howling through the air.
Ji Xinghuo hovered in midair, with 9999 fragments of the Thunderstorm Sword combining to form hundreds of sword light rings that surrounded him, intersecting, crisscrossing, slicing, and spinning, drawing dazzling electric light trails and slaughtering the swarming Cicada Wing Fish.
Monster corpses fell like rain onto the sea surface, their blood mixing with the heavy rain, staining large areas of the seawater red.
[Spiritual Origin Ability +30+28+35+31...]
The prompt information in his field of vision refreshed like a waterfall, impossible to fully perceive.
The values jumped crazily upwards.
