C504 Skyfall Blademaster

"Die, if you can survive the rain of blades, consider yourselves lucky!" Wu Hao's eyes suddenly became ice-cold, as if he was a god from the ninth heaven looking down on the common people, carrying an inexhaustible majesty.

In the blink of an eye, the blazing sun above them dimmed, and the world turned dark. The only thing left behind was the golden rain of sabers that exuded a destructive aura