Su Yu looked around.
Su Yu’s gaze was fixed on the dead ruler of space.
To be exact, it was the throne beneath him.
He moved the corpse of the ruler of space away.
The already rotten body immediately turned into dust and fell to the ground.
The throne beneath him was revealed.
Only at this moment did he realize that there was a pitch-black sickle under the throne.
“It’s this thing!”The future incarnation looked fearful.
Is that so?
Su Yu picked up the sickle and poured Xuan Dao energy into it.
After using it, the Black Sickle drew a black arc in the air.
But that was all.
The power of the arc was comparable to an ordinary dao artifact.
It didn’t seem very powerful.
However, this thing could be suppressed under the throne by the ruler of space. How could it be simple?
Moreover, his future self had almost died under the sickle.
He didn’t need to think to know how terrifying this item was.