"Boom!"
Ten Thousand Swords slashed simultaneously, shaking the heavens and earth.
The Holy Light Formation trembled crazily, the void hummed, as if the heavenly vault was about to collapse.
"Crack!"
Finally, under the relentless attack of the black sword light.
The Holy Light Formation, unable to withstand it, was forcefully shattered by the ten thousand sword lights, breaking apart like a mirror.
"Puff!"
In the high sky, more than a dozen strong individuals from the Qianyuan Sect spat blood simultaneously, their faces suddenly turning pale as if countered.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Mo Wangchen raised his hand, slapping out a dozen palms into the void.
Those dozen strong individuals from the Qianyuan Sect, without exception, were all knocked from the void, seriously injured on the ground, unable to move.
"Their lives are in my hands. If you want to save them, exchange the Desolate Energy with me."
