บท 641: Helian Tianxiao’s Trump Card

Under the dark night sky, the valley appeared serene and hidden.

Countless swords were inserted into the ground at the bottom of the valley, resembling a forest of swords. Mist was surging through the air silently. Every now and then, a burst of light would light up in the distance, illuminating the two sides of the valley and every single uneven damage in the sword formations. Even though explosions were resounding through the sky incessantly, the valley was dead silent.

The faces of those dead blood elementalists were still sinister-looking, but the flames in their eyes had been extinguished. The corpses of silverfrost wolves emitted wisps of cold air while blood flowed out from their wounds endlessly, resembling red-colored streams.

The sword formations were like an arid desert, greedily absorbing every trace of nutrients.