Chiyou looked up at the sun emitting various colors of light and suddenly burst into laughter.
He raised his right hand, and in his palm, a black light emerged, condensing into a black octahedron crystal, with a black light surging inside, exuding a strong breath of spatial rules.
Under the influence of this breath, the surrounding void was somewhat collapsing inward, and the surrounding space was torn into black rifts.
Then, Chiyou clasped his hands together, holding the black octahedron crystal between them, beginning to gather strength to squeeze it towards the center.
The aura around him was violent, the space between his hands continually shattering and annihilating. The black octahedron crystal was quickly compressed into a large black spear.
The spear's light was dim, and it looked rough like a stone tool, but the aura it emitted was alarming.
Chiyou held the black spear and suddenly thrust it forward.
