Whoom!
Energy snapped into the waiting formation; the Nine Heavens Sword Array awoke like a celestial beast stretching, every rune on the pavilion blades burning silver.
Nine hundred flying swords wove a lattice a league wide, and inside that lattice sword-light condensed into a hard, silver rain that poured toward the ranks of the Ninefold Nether Palace.
"Petty tricks..." Morven‘s laugh held no warmth.
He flung out a robed arm. "Nether Styx Formation! Rise!"
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: