C67 Rain of Ashes

The expansive gray sky was shrouded by pitch-black swords. Countless Dead Thunder Swords transformed into a prison, intent on incarcerating the heavens and all beneath them. Strands of lightning and dark demon aura coursed along the blades, each wrapped in a menacing sharpness that was unmistakable.

Suspended in midair, the Dead Thunder Sword formed a central point around which Zhuang Le stood