They were both knives and grinding stones for each other, honing and refining their sharp edges.
The number of knives decreased, but their sharpness became more concentrated until only one person was left, having swallowed all others' sharpness, achieving his own sharp intention.
A thousand people grind a knife, who in the world is the edge!?
"Ming Donglou is that knife!?"
Zhou Dao's expression flickered, no wonder this man could practice such a terrifying amplification secret technique like the Six-Armed Ming King.
Ming King produced Karma Fire, and the world was like purgatory.
When this technique was practiced to its extreme, where the blade went, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.