C471 On the dark pillar of mystery

Clang!

Above the nine heavens, swords and sabers interweaved.

The scythe of primal chaos continuously collided with the treasured sword in Emperor Taiji's hands.

A quarter of an hour passed.

In just a quarter of an hour.

Under the frenzied collision of the scythe, the treasured sword in Emperor Taiji's hand was already filled with cracks and jagged gaps.

The more powerful the Emperor Taiji