C1458 Communication array

clang clang clang *

"Bam!"

Pan Yingjing continued to rush through the sword formation for another fifteen minutes before finally exterminating all the swords in the air.

"Clang!"

The sharp sword in Pan Yingjing's hand fiercely stabbed into the plaza, her head drenched with sweat, gasping for breath, it was obvious that breaking through the sword formation had consumed a huge amount of energy