Mallark spun his black whip of death, as it hit the ground and trees in the surroundings there was not a sound from the impacts, as everything it touched got sucked in faster than a person could blink.
Barely a second passed before the area Mallark was standing on resembled a small island in the middle of a gigantic crater, everything in his surroundings was sucked into the black whip.
Number one looked on coldly and began to emit a chilly aura dropping the temperature by a thousand degrees, but as she faced Mallark she realised that it was having absolutely no effect on him.
Her gaze turned back to the whip as she realised that it held more than just spatial, suction and compression laws, those three all synergized extremely well together, but from what she could tell there was some sort of law imbued into it that negated all external temperature fluctuations.
