The "magic soldiers" covered in countless eyes showed no distinction between Su Yu or the Purple Crystal Ancestor in their vision. They loathed anything that exuded the aura of living beings. Thousands of Demon Eyes opened, emitting a terrifying shine that tore open rifts across the space of the Macrocosmic Universe, crisscrossing and forming densely packed spatial chasms that converged toward Su Yu's location.
With a single thought, the "Seven-colored Weapon" that had grown massive alongside him shot into the sky. He extended his hand and gripped the Seven-colored Weapon tightly in his palm, a feeling of soul resonance washing over him. Holding the weapon felt like an extension of his own body, as if it had become part of him.
