Rustle, rustle.
With a sweep of his hand, Xia Ping immediately collected the corpses of the three Primordial Angels. Those were three World Fruits—if the World Tree devoured and refined them, the benefits would surely be immense.
"Right, there's also a top-grade sacred artifact—the Spear of Judgment."
He looked at the Spear of Judgment lying not far away and was just about to reach out and take it.
But at that very instant, the Spear of Judgment erupted with boundless white light. The beam pierced through the void, seemingly connecting to a great will deep within endless time and space.
What?!
Xia Ping flashed backward at once, retreating swiftly as he stared gravely and vigilantly at the Spear of Judgment before him.
With a boom, a spatial-temporal rift stretching tens of millions of kilometers was torn open above the Spear of Judgment. A massive black hole formed, extending toward an unknown and distant end.
At that moment, an eye emerged from the depths of the black hole. Its entire body was golden, cold and emotionless, as though it contained infinite origin laws.
The instant that golden eye appeared, the spacetime within hundreds of thousands of light-years came to a standstill. It was as if every law had ceased operating, and all space had solidified.
The Eye of the Lord?!
That was the first thought that arose in Xia Ping's heart. He could sense the terror of this eye; it seemed to be a power from the deepest depths of the Angel Race. Merely one glance from it caused the laws governing all things to stop functioning.
Yet the Eye of the Lord seemed not to have fully awakened. It merely glanced at the Spear of Judgment, and an incomparably terrifying devouring force arose in the unseen.
Whoosh!
In an instant,