I traveled through hundreds of worlds at once

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

In the forest under the night sky, blades collided, sparks flew, and two figures, one blue and one black, fought rapidly and continuously in the forest. The continuous sound of blacksmithing was almost transformed into an exciting melody.

Charles Henry, wearing a black windbreaker, was getting more and more crazy as the battle became more and more intense. The round-headed sword in his hand chopped down madly, and every time he chopped down, it was as if he had used all his strength, leaving no spare strength.

If Yi Hui, who was holding the Holy Sword of Photon, had not had the superb swordsmanship of the demon slayer Yi Hui, he would have been attacked by Charles Henry's increasingly crazy attacks.