C1519 CHAPTER1519

"Immemorial Ancient Sword, condense!" Peter Parker's face tensed as he fell back, channeling seven distinct martial Laws into the Immemorial Ancient Sword in a flash. With a swift raise of his hand, he unleashed a slash of brilliant, seven-colored light from his sword.

Bang!

The radiant sword light, a spectrum of seven colors, tore through the fabric of the sky