"The Purple Cloud Divine Sword seems to be reacting to these Thunderbolts..."
Zhang Xiaoman, upon sensing that familiar aura in front of him, immediately summoned his Divine Sword.
The moment the Divine Sword appeared, it began to tremble slightly, as if feeling a sense of familiarity with its surroundings, conveying a burst of joy to Zhang Xiaoman's hand.
"Huh? Do you want to go over?"
He looked at the Divine Sword in his hand, and seeing its increasing tremble, he let go, allowing the Divine Sword to fly away on its own.
The Purple Cloud Divine Sword flew straight to the center of that area of Thunderbolts, suspending itself quietly while it continuously emitted purple Divine Thunder, shining in harmony with the surrounding Thunderbolts, seemingly about to merge into them.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoman began to worry. The Purple Cloud Divine Sword was currently his strongest weapon, and he feared it might be fused by the Thunderbolts, leaving him with nothing but regrets.
