Cyrus looked at the palm size golden flag in his hand, which was filled with strange symbols, with a content look in his exhausted eyes.
"I still can only perform the Yin Yang Rune Creation one time with all my Qi to make a Silver Grade Array Formation Flag. How pathetic…" He muttered in self-mockery.
But he didn't have time to lament at his meager power as he vanished with the flag again, and after a short time, he reappeared without the flag.
Without wasting more time, Cyrus then headed back to the mask and started to refine the reaming destruction energy because he needed it empty today, despite his exhausted state.
He put it on his face, and the next moment, the gray mist suddenly released from his hand and slowly swirled between his palms as a black sheen was keeping that gray mist contained.
Then Cyrus slowly closed his palms, and that glob started to compress with his palm movements until it turned into a small marble between his palms.
