C2016 When a Great Calamity Befalls Us Let Us Fly

"Form the formation, I'm tired." The Scarlet Ghost roared again.

The sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect all took out their treasured swords. With the enhancement of the countless sword techniques, they fiercely pointed their fingers and the ten spirit swords, like a large net, shot towards the pitch-black steel trident.

After the two came into contact