Donnie felt that he should do something—something he had thought he ought to do long ago, but had gradually deemed unnecessary with the passage of time. Now, it needed to be done.
After thinking for a while, Donnie looked up again at Dracula, whose face had turned livid as he sneered repeatedly.
Dracula simply grinned viciously at Donnie, showing not the slightest reverence toward this third-stage supreme being.
After some thought, Donnie raised a hand. In an instant, a beautifully shaped ring appeared out of nowhere.
It was an exceptionally beautiful ring—a black ring.
The ring radiated an ominous black glow, carrying rich deathly energy, accompanied by the faint whispers of countless dead.
This was the Black Lantern Ring that Donnie had kept hidden away for a very long time...
A ring of the black spectrum, which governed the authority of death within the Emotional Spectrum.
"How long has it been since I last touched a Lantern Ring?"
Donnie looked at the Black Lantern Ring and could not help baring his teeth.
It had been a very, very long time... Back in the era of the main universe, Donnie had still paid attention to the various Lantern Rings. But after he led Cybertron into the God Realm, the enemies he faced had all become old monsters capable of destroying countless worlds at a whim.
For a very long time, he had not invested any energy into things like Lantern Rings. Everything concerning the Emotional Spectrum had been handled by Optimus Prime.
But now, it was time for Donnie to pick up the Lantern Rings again and finish what should have been finished long ago.
"A Black Lantern Ring? You think this ghostly thing can kill me? Even Death cannot do it. Do you think a mere ring can?" Dracula sneered