Wu Yunmo stood over the sea of stars, gripping the Holy Shield tightly.
For him, all he needed to do was hold on. With Iron Will, he could endure the price of wielding the Holy Shield. None of the attacks from this side could get past him.
The only thing he needed to worry about was whether he could endure the terrifying torment inside his heart—torment so immense it could not even be calculated.
Mo Qiong faced a test of Mental Strength as well. There were simply too many operations he had to handle at once.
At this moment, borrowing Nanmen's vision, he was frantically altering the color of the Death Ray.
In the vast depths of space, Earth looked as though it were surrounded by a red "sun." Brilliant red light contracted inward along a spherical path, approaching at the Speed of Light.
At the center, several inconspicuous black sword auras blossomed on tiny Earth. They plunged into the sea of light and pierced through it with irresistible force.
As the black sword auras advanced, boundless darkness spread outward, staining the sea of red Death Ray.
Mo Qiong was continuously using the Pen of Altering All Colors to turn the red Death Ray black!
Unfortunately, the speed of alteration was limited. The sea of Death Ray was simply too vast. Even if it was only responsible for one hemisphere, its thickness was eighty-seven million kilometers. Light itself would need three hundred seconds to cross it.
The maximum alteration speed of the Pen of Altering All Things was also the Speed of Light.
But a person's Mental Strength was limited.
If Mo Qiong wanted to alter the color at maximum speed, it meant he could think of nothing else. His mind would become pitch-black.
And the Death Ray was only