C243 Shilan Is Dead

"Swastika!"

Qin Shi tightened his arms, the veins on his forehead bulged. His two rough arms tightly gripped the Netherworld Sword as black corrosive mists gathered on the tip of the sword, forming a large swastika.

The swastika formed into a whirlwind that swirled and churned as if it was the raging waves on the surface of the sea