The moment the electromagnetic sword field spread out, the entire space froze!
"Three thousand Thunder Swords! Come to my aid!"
Crackle, within the electromagnetic sword field, winds surged and clouds roiled, forming countless large and small Thunder Swords.
Many of these Thunder Swords were as fine as needles, specially crafted by Duan Yun for the Ghost Mother.
He had already discerned that this Mad Woman was not afraid of pain but rather feared tickling.
With a wave of Duan Yun's hand, the countless Thunder Swords immediately swirled around him like a school of fish, making a mighty display.
Below, the group of ghosts and the lantern-holding Beautiful Ghost looked on with expressions of shock.
They belonged to the Netherworld sect, considering themselves the most significant sect underground, and naturally, they looked down upon those on the surface.
After all, in the eyes of many martial artists, they were untouchable Ghost Gods.
