C242 Power of the Vermillion Bird
In the sky, longswords descended one after another. The fiery light was as brilliant as fireworks.
After half an incense stick of time, the last sword in the sky finally landed on the ground.
Everyone stepped forward and began to count.
"One hundred and six, one hundred and seventy-thirteen, one hundred and thirteen blades!"
A Ape Clan martial artist shouted
