Ding—
Right beneath Ji Jue's feet, amidst hundreds of angel remnants and pools of blood, the iron light reconstructed once more, gently rising.
After killing all the saints' guardians, he extracted and fused all materials for the weapon, revealing its outline. No more brilliance or splendor; infinite scarlet merged and overlapped until it transformed into the purest black.
"Mission accomplished."
Ji Jue flicked the blade, sending it flying.
The spear that pierced through the air landed in Wen Wen's hands, as if it had awoken, shaking violently.
Darkness, like copper rust, swiftly peeled away, revealing a dazzling crystal illusion beneath the bloodstains. It seemed fragile, a gunblade ready to shatter upon touch, yet by merely swinging it, it sliced through illusions, leaving enduring cracks and scars in midair.
Holding it in hand, one understands that indeed, it was a masterpiece worth every moment of waiting!
"Perfect timing, Ji Jue."
She sighed lightly, gripping it tight.
