Countless streams of black mist suddenly poured from the black rift stretched open in the sky, forming a straight waterfall that plunged from the heavens toward the earth.
Shura, tearing through the air below, was crazily scoured by that torrent.
Thus, a magnificent sight formed in the sky.
As Shura broke the sound barrier, it forcefully rammed the waterfall aside, creating a gigantic black umbrella shape.
When the blackness was compressed into a flat plane in midair, Shura abruptly halted and spread its arms wide.
An ancient, archaic pattern phantom rose behind it in an instant.
Because this was happening under the gaze of countless people, many clearly saw that those patterns were made of countless strands of black mist spreading and growing along specific trajectories.
The black mist streams formed that desolate, ancient design together, like a Dark Pentagram revealing a starry-sky totem.
"What is that?"
The officer who had cried out earlier had barely spoken before his voice caught in his throat.
Within half of the Saint Luo Race's combat fortress, Gateskell roared madly, "Retreat! Move, now! The great Saint Luo Race cannot waste itself here for nothing!"
The Saint Luo Race possessed energy-monitoring equipment far beyond that of this universe. Especially in the monitoring of special force fields, they were more than a century ahead of both the Federation and the Empire.
And now, what had he seen on the fortress monitor?
Was that a star?
Reality was drawing infinitely close to his guess.
This Space Fissure had clearly opened into a universe of an even higher level than the Saint Luo plane!
What the hell had that black Great Devil God Mecha done?
It did not matter how many people it killed with a slash.
But splitting open a higher-level universe? Was it tired of living?!