The enigmatic staff was now in Pan Hao's grasp. He struggled with all his might, raising the staff high into the sky, his already frail body striving to stand tall.
Under Pan Hao's bold uplift, the pitch-black staff suddenly emitted an overwhelming power.
With the spread of this power, Lin Chen's already injured body couldn't help but tremble slightly, swaying gently in place.
Lin Chen held the slender sword blade with his left hand, terror swirling in his eyes.
"What is this..."
Lin Chen's gaze fixed on the suddenly raised staff, his previous calm now tinged with horror.
For the terrifying power that emanated from the staff, Lin Chen could clearly discern.
"What's he doing!" a senior elder exclaimed in shock.
His terrified eyes gazed into the distance, able to see from Pan Hao, whose body was already somewhat liquefied, now further virtualized.
