Chapter 1213 Crushed in One Strike!

• Flights of flying swords screamed through the air, slamming into the magical tools unleashed by several masters at the Returning Void level, and the sky boomed with the impact.
• Whether it was Zhang Shundao’s lightning, Qiao Dingtian’s begging bowl, or the Clan Head’s surging currents of energy—before Michael Shephard’s flying swords, all of it split apart like paper.
• Those three swords were like blades that could cut through anything, arrogant and unstoppable, looking down on the world.