chapter 98 Mysteries of Divine Consciousness

On the cliff, Farrell Almond sat down cross-legged and stared at the top with fiery eyes.

The sea of ​​swords seemed to be aware that there was one last breaker, so the sword roar still echoed and never dispersed.

The small sword was no bigger than a palm and was extremely sharp. It seemed to be condensed from the spiritual power of heaven and earth, but after Farrell Almond personally tested it, he found that it was an extremely strange power.

Like the divine...