At this moment, the black and white True Dragons intertwined and twisted, transformed into a dull gray scissors after passing through the Eight Trigrams Furnace, landing in Zhang Chen's palm.
It wasn't a black pair of scissors, nor was it a white one, but a dull gray pair of scissors.
The scissors were petite, resembling a slightly smaller household scissors, and were covered in dense cracks, as if they could shatter at any moment, invoking a chilling fear.
However, as the owner of the scissors, Zhang Chen could feel an endless stream of power within, slowly repairing those damages.
But the repair was slow, taking an incredibly long time.
Zhang Chen caressed the gray scissors, "I wonder how much of the Golden Scissors' power can be unleashed now?"
Zhang Chen glanced around but didn't find anything suitable for experimenting.
