Nor were the two Rivers of Time purely defensive. As their waters surged, silver time-water arrows shot from the surface one after another, pouring down upon the Darkness Altar like a torrential rain.
Yet the Darkness Altar had ultimately been condensed upon the foundation of Qin Yan's Mental Strength, now nearing six hundred Hz. Its durability had reached an utterly terrifying level.
When those time-water arrows struck the altar's surface, they raised only faint ripples of darkness before the ancient runes upon the altar absorbed and neutralized them on their own.
The three phantoms clashed madly in the void above their heads. Darkness Force and the power of time intertwined violently, and the resulting energy shockwaves churned the silver sea for thousands of zhang around them into chaos.
Below, Qin Yan's gaze rested calmly on Qian Xi and Chen Xun. His tone remained as composed and indifferent as ever. "You've already made your move. Now it's time for you to try taking one of mine."
As his words fell, the Dark Vault Scepter in his hand trembled sharply, and the black halo at its head suddenly began spinning at high speed.
"Spirit Weapon Skill—Hand of the Dark Abyss!"
Qin Yan let out a low shout. Violent dark fluctuations surged within the halo at the top of the scepter, and then an incomparably thick black tentacle slowly extended from within it.
The front half of the tentacle was a massive ink-black hand, its five fingers distinct. At the very center of its palm was engraved an ancient Darkness Rune that slowly rotated;
the latter half was a long, powerful black limb, like a giant arm.
The entire tentacle wriggled slowly through the void, radiating an ancient and terrifying dark aura that seemed to rise from the abyss.
The instant the tentacle