The second group, the third, the fourth, a dense mass of blade glows spun around Shen Ye, blossoming like a myriad of pear flowers.
As if a spring breeze had swept through overnight.
The snow-white pear blossom-like radiance of the blades spread throughout the city, cutting down all the monsters that had descended into the urban area.
To be cut meant certain death.
To die meant to be consumed into the Origin Power.
The sounds of dense and intricate cutting rose to the sky, accompanied by the reflection of the blades, it was like a grand symphony of death.
At first, the monster stood there nonchalantly.
But in just a few breaths, the shadow of the clock behind it was struck continuously by the dense blade glows, swaying several times, finally shattering.
The monster was taken aback, twisting its body to flee.
But where could it escape to?
A hit from one blade, and all blades struck true; everything turned to ash.
It died at the hands of a mere mortal.