In just a few breaths, Zhou Xun had already flown to a hundred yards away from King Shela, hovering in mid-air.
Around him, seven hundred and twenty Thunder Swords flew up and down,
each sword was about a yard long, with thunder light flickering on the blade, like a serpent gracefully moving, sizzling as it went.
The Thunder Swords interwove and shuttled, gradually converging into a vast sea of swords, akin to a starry sky forged from thunder and lightning,
its brilliance illuminating the sky, the dazzling thunder light even overshadowing the fiery glow of True Monarch Tianci's Divine Phoenix.
"King Shela, prepare to meet your end!"
Zhou Xun's hands danced, changing the spell, pointing towards King Shela,
the sword momentum suddenly shifted,
seven hundred and twenty Thunder Swords buzzed in unison, their sound akin to the resounding chime of heavenly bells, causing the surrounding air to ripple visibly to the naked eye.
