C572 Disorder of death

This was Yi Zhou's Wave Sword. The battle had officially begun.

With a loud bang, strong gales raged, uprooting the grass on the ground and lifting it into the air like a thunderstorm.

He became serious the moment Arwen struck, pouring the essence of the Wave Sword into the sword with a seemingly casual swing.

His gaze swept across the ground that seemed to have been ravaged by lightning