Gao Qianyuan held a peculiar token in hand, something like a dagger or not. He was an inch lifted off the ground, with a huge insect form on his back. His aura was continuous like the ocean, breeding storms of terror out of gentleness, the force of which seemed to enable a drop of water to wear a stone, a sheet of water to engulf the world.
Feeling his Qi Ji, Lan Jingtian showed his form as well - a huge lightless sphere. Its surface was quite smooth, as if shaped from bent or collapsed earth under some natural law. Surrounding fake space shrank to him, as if it were about to give shape into a sphere as well. Light bent and shifted, making it like a demonic domain.
