C234 The Sheath of the Sword!

By the time they regained their composure, the clash between the Spirit Shackles and the rusted sword had reached its climax. A brilliant silver light burst forth amidst the crimson glow, quelling the blood-red hue. Ye Mo was drenched in sweat, his fingers moving once more. The uncontrolled fluorescent longswords scattered across the ground rose up