In the air, an array flag was fluttering. The dense, blurry runes shone brightly as they absorbed the essence of the array formation and fused into the flag, making it even more terrifying.
Even the black flagpole that Jiang Ming had refined had benefited from it. It had been purified and tempered by the essence of various array materials. Its color had become deeper and richer, and it was undergoing a transformation.
"The array flag you obtained is like a catalyst. If it can be tempered and transformed more times," the black sword explained, "It might be able to become exponentially stronger and possess all kinds of mysterious powers!"
"Is it that powerful?" Jiang Ming was shocked.
