"Oh no!"
Seeing this, Michael Brightwell and others wore expressions of fear. They quickly retreated.
The next moment!
With a deafening "boom," the flesh-and-blood sun instantly burst apart, a terrifying torrent of dark spiritual power swept out, transforming into a giant light pillar. It shattered the cave and sent up an enormous dust storm, blowing many people away.
It was only after a long while that the dust storm gradually dissipated. However, the sight that unfolded before their eyes left everyone speechless.
"What is this..."
Due to the gargantuan spiritual explosion, even the debris became tiny particles of dust. A massive pit had formed.
Yet, the Collector was still standing in the middle of it, atop the yellow sand. Although he stood directly in the face of a violent eruption caused by a transformation of the Spirit, his yellow robe remained unscathed, not even a crease was present at the hem of his robe.
