They couldn't wait any longer, because at this moment, what they were facing was no longer the first opportunity, but their own level.
Therefore, when he made this decision, there was a struggle in his heart. He hated it, but he was helpless.
As he shouted, he tore his body apart. More chains flew out of his body like bats flying out of their holes, covering the sky.
And in this chaotic, crazy darkness, a faint light shone from the depths of his body.
As the light weakened, it could be seen that it was a scepter.
It was a scepter that had no substance but a form, twisted into the purest and highest quality of spiritual power.
It was hidden in the body of the person who hid the staff.
The moment the scepter appeared, the few controlling chains of the scepter-keeper suddenly straightened. Like sharp black swords, they quickly extended outward with him as the center. Each chain instantly pierced through thousands of heads.