"Forbidden God King, be careful, I am going to begin officially!"
The Blood King, Jin Kela, sneered coldly.
With a wave of his hand, countless blood-colored longswords formed mid-air, sweeping toward Ye Chenfeng like a squadron of bombers.
Frenzied and dense, unstoppable.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Every sword that fell shook the heavens and the earth, and Ye Chenfeng took a few steps back.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Chenfeng was forced into a corner.
He already showed signs of defeat.
The whole world was stunned, if memory serves right, this should be the first time Ye Chenfeng has shown signs of decline in recent battles.
"The great emperor of the Blood Clan grants me the Divine Slaying Sword!"
Jin Kela chanted an incantation, and the blood moon in the sky stirred. A deep red blood sword descended, carrying an ancient and aged aura, as if it came across eras from the depths of the universe.
"Kill!"
