In the sky of sparks, the Demon Lord raised his head, and the darkness and landscapes covering his face seemed to come to life.
The broken monolith was already in front of him.
He glanced at it.
It was just a glance.
The broken monolith suddenly became ten times smaller.
This was an extremely mystical, or perhaps bizarre, sight.
And then he stretched his hand.
He took hold of the broken monolith.
The broken monolith found it difficult to proceed a single inch further.
To put it more precisely, when his gaze fell on it, when his palm touched it, this legendary broken monolith was no longer willing to proceed any further.
The broken monolith had recognized who he was.
The Demon Lord looked to Hai Di and rebuked, "Evil creature, to dare use Our weapon to attack Us. We do not know whether to call you brave or foolish."
Boundless fear surged out from Hai Di's eyes. At the same time, countless motes of dust burst out from the chinks in his armor.
