A massive rift, stretching across the sky as if emerging from the abyss, slowly opened in the heavens!
The once blue sky was now stained by that rift into an eerie void, a realm of death that seemed to swallow all light!
"The sky... is collapsing?!"
The void rift across the sky was like a primordial wound, devouring light and hope.
Jeming's brain short-circuited in an instant; his pupils contracted to the extreme, and every hair on his body stood upright.
He had seen High Tier Power before, but never such grandeur, capable of effortlessly tearing the planes apart.
Even during the trial in the Elorcia Plane, witnessing a Tier Seven Wizard forcibly tearing the plane's barriers was far less shocking and despairing than this!
However, Jeming quickly snapped out of his extreme shock.
Because he noticed that at the center of the tearing sky, appeared a very familiar "sphere"!
It was none other than the Ship Plane he was once so familiar with...
