Meanwhile, ripples of black energy radiated outward from Yang Jian like waves. Wherever they passed, the sand sizzled and turned a scorched black. The void seemed to be torn open by an invisible, giant hand, revealing a deep, dark rift that exuded a powerful, heart-stopping aura.
First, the faint gleam of a black spearpoint emerged from the crack. It was like the first ray of dawn, yet it carried an endless, sharp severity. Soon after, the shaft slid out, revealing a strangely shaped polearm. It was a three-pronged, double-edged spear forged from a mysterious black metal and inscribed with countless ancient, intricate runes. The runes flickered with an enigmatic dark light, as if narrating the weapon's long history and extraordinary origin.
