That black-blood sky was filled with floating swords. The sight was terrifying, as though the end of the world were about to descend.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
One sword after another streaked down from the sky in trails of black-blood light toward the many Sword Gods below. It was like a rain of swords, as if it would smash everything to pieces. The scene was utterly horrifying.
The number of Sword Gods who had entered had already reached several hundred. Facing the countless flying swords raining down on them, they immediately swung their swords, slashing out sharp beams of sword light one after another.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
The flying swords were chopped into countless fragments that shot in every direction, producing sharp sounds of steel colliding along with showers of sparks.
At this moment, the Sword Gods truly did not dare let their guard down in the slightest. They understood that one moment of carelessness could mean death here. Even if they chose to withdraw from the secret realm, it would be useless, because they were within this sword world.
The sounds of clashing steel rang out without end as the Sword Gods swung the swords in their hands, shattering the countless swords shooting toward them.
Yet there were simply too many swords. Some Sword Gods could no longer hold them off, and sword after sword pierced through their bodies. Blood splattered as the Sword Gods fell to the ground, though they did not die immediately.
A tide of black-blood aura flooded into their bodies, beginning to take control of them and transform them.
At this time, everyone was busy fending off the flying swords and did not notice this at all.
As the number of dead Sword Gods continued to rise, they realized that if this went on, every one