The Power of Chaos Hole, silent and shapeless, was also formless.
Only the chaotic colors that covered the sky extended out, annihilating all vitality and substance.
Facing this terror-filled Destructive Aura, Jashu's heart rang with alarm bells, and he instinctively leaped back swiftly.
Even as wild as he was, he understood the deadly threat of this move.
However, the color of chaos seemed to pierce through space, approaching slowly yet rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to engulf the fleeing Jashu.
"Lord Jashu, run!"
From behind, Alfang rushed forward, grabbing Jashu's shoulder, his bone staff swinging repeatedly as the dark foul clouds attacked the silent Destructive Aura.
"Run, we should."
A cold light flashed in Jashu's eyes. In an instant, he felt an epiphany and raised his hand to strike, sending Alfang to challenge the spreading Destructive Aura.
"Lord Jashu..."
