"Wang Ye!" Nante's eyes turned red.
He knew that Wang Ye had the talent of Resurrection, but with such a lightning strike, the origin of thunder would tear everything apart. Even the star core would be shattered.
Anger surged wildly, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
At this point, the black realm's strong spatial restraints became his helping hands instead.
The dislocated space continued to distort, and even the Hell Prison Spear that was overflowing with spear energy became illusory, like particles.
"Space Distortion?" The Dark Energy-level expert who had the upper hand earlier had a change in expression and was a little flustered.
Light condensed intensely on the pitch-black spear tip before appearing from the ever-changing space and stabbing his body.
In an instant, the mystical engravings shone brightly. Like a devouring demon, the Hell Prison Spear's power was unleashed at 100%!
Tear!
