C468 All of Them Were Killed
"How can this be?"
Yan Beilun's heart cried out in shock as his Myriad Sword Drawing Technique was obliterated in an instant.
The void shook, and the relentless storm blades whirled, sweeping up the fragments of shattered swords, eventually reforming into new wind blades.
"Die!"
Zhao Dong's gaze hardened. If his opponent was intent on killing, he wouldn't hold back.
Annihilation