บท 459: 259 Magic Core Seed (4300)_1

Hummmmmmm!!

Three alloy long knives resonated at the same time, the sound was like a hive in chaos. Almost in an instant, the air around Garoro twisted rapidly. Purple, blue, and red glows burst forth, like fragments of rainbows. Within a ten-meter radius, a world of bright knife-light was formed.

It looked brilliantly colorful, like dazzling butterflies.

However, each of the brightly colored butterflies was made up of dense, swirling Qi of the blade. Cutting, piercing, trembling...

Combined with different manifestations of power, it formed a complex and dangerous realm of terror. This is the Prism World!

It was the culmination of Garoro's swordsmanship over the past fifty years.

Ten years ago, it was still in its embryonic stage, but now it was nearly perfected. Unfortunately, he lost an arm unexpectedly during a task, he would probably never see the real Prism World in his lifetime.

Even so,