C154 Boil up and down or be Lonely

Geng Mo held his sword with both hands.

In his fury towards the sky, the sky, which had originally become unsettled due to the battle, suddenly looked like dark clouds covering the sky, or perhaps it might be said that the sky was about to collapse, surging tides, and thick layers of mist, yet there was a scorching golden sword radiance. It was the projection of the Geng Mo sword