Heaven's Wrath

Thirteen Swords of Life-Taking did not consist of only thirteen swords.

There was also the fourteenth sword that bestowed it with a soul, and the fifteenth sword that represented death and destruction—one no one could defeat and no one could control.

The thrust of the four Sword Slaves before them was the fifteenth sword, which they could not grasp even if they abandoned all their other specializations, recreated through a sword formation.

Jiazi covered left and right, Yichou covered above and below, Bingyin covered front and back, while Dingmao filled in every gap.

All vitality was severed. The Demonic Sword that seemed capable of freezing all things appeared to have returned.

But this time, there was only pure destruction.

Everything pointed at by the sword tips was completely reduced to nothingness.

Before a leaf could even touch the ground, it suddenly vanished.

Within that nothingness, there seemed to be tens of millions of sharp swords and tens of millions of blades, controlled by tens of millions of invisible hands.

Even a tiny grain of dust falling into it would be sliced into tens of millions of pieces, becoming particles barely visible under a microscope.

Yet that nothingness stopped an inch before the two young women.

As the two advanced, nothing became something.

The leaves that had already been shattered reappeared and fell to the ground once more.

It was as though they had just existed in a time that did not exist.

The killing intent dissipated.

The swords in the Sword Slaves' hands turned to powder.

Yet they were completely unharmed.

It was not that Amber and Die Wu could not do it.

They simply did not wish to.

"The Master said he had once seen you."

"Therefore, he is willing to grant you only defeat, rather than eternal sleep."