Mayfly Swords!?
That mysterious ancient sword intent broke through the chaos and darkness, burst out of the Concealed Court Cave, and even shattered the sky above the Capital.
On this day, the world trembled, and numerous forces caught that familiar yet terrifying aura.
"Mayfly Swords!? Has that man returned?"
On Spirit Illumination Mountain, in front of the Imperial Spirit Palace.
Powerful auras soared into the sky as the older generation of strongmen emerged from seclusion one after another, feeling the sword intent permeating heaven and earth, the fear that had once been branded into their marrow flowing backward like a tidal surge.
"Impossible... This can't be... He is dead, he's definitely dead..."
Ye Miaoxian's face paled, and her eyes became frighteningly stern.
She stepped forward as if to rush out and see clearly the sword light piercing the heavens.
A spark can start a prairie fire, magnificent and towering, illuminating the long sky,