The black veil in the night sky had descended to a terrifying extent, as if within reach.
With a slight lift of Fang Zhou's open hands, all the weapons on the battlefield responded to his gesture.
Countless weapons rushed like a violent storm, from a distance, they seemed like an impermeable torrent flowing in reverse, converging to meet the black veil in the sky.
The sky-covering black veil pressed down, clashing fiercely with the torrent of weapons, and the weapons at the forefront were extinguished in an instant, like mantises trying to stop a chariot.
The sound of countless metals twisting and breaking echoed, as broken weapons scattered and flew, each broken weapon representing a fallen Heroic Spirit.
More weapons fearlessly charged forward, sacrificing themselves against the high concentration of Dark Energy, willing to diminish this darkness with their meager strength.
