C1789 Shock

"Clang!"

The sword hissed as its body trembled, as if it were alive.

Feng Chengtian held a long sword in his hand and pointed it at the group of demons in front of him. His posture was overbearing, as if the Emperor was scolding a traitor.

The night sky had just quieted down, and now it was suffused with killing intent. Cold frost condensed, and the air could no longer be tranquil