C874 Zhang 863, the Black Tide, Does Not Wait for You to Speak Softly.

The thousands of sword qi flew out from the stars and gathered in the sky, forming the figure of a woman in red.

She stretched out her hand from the sky and the thousands of swords gathered into a giant sword that hung across the sky.

The red-clothed Zhuo Qingyao projected her image against the projection of Grand Void Emperor