Mengte Te momentarily paused during his dive and looked up at the eternal night sky.
His cold red pupils flashed, and with a gesture of his right hand, the black long knife disappeared, replaced by a long spear. The spear was entirely a translucent blood-red, its shaft covered with dark red scales, measuring over four meters in length, its tip seemingly entwined and boiling with blood. An even more soul-shaking, sorrowful roar emanated from it.
He raised the long spear in his hand, pointing it towards the horizon, and a beam of blood-red light shot into the sky in an instant. An agonizing wail of vengeful spirits quickly filled the entire competition area.
Clouds forming in the sky that were about to bring forth tribulation actually dispersed just like that. The lightning that was threading through them vanished effortlessly.
