The War Chief raised his right hand, waved it gently, and a black hole appeared in front of him, rapidly expanding.
Crackle——
Tiny bolts of thunder and lightning flashed out from it, and under the watchful eyes of the Polar Emperor, Ren Woxiao, and others, a mighty figure slowly stepped out.
He was fifty feet tall, clad in a sinister black Divine Armor, without facial features, and a silver-black mask adhered to his face, with sharp protrusions at the top like horns, and thunder wrapped around his neck like a white scarf.
The Victorious Sky War Chief!
The Polar Emperor nodded with satisfaction, saying, "Not bad, your strength is almost catching up to mine."
Ren Woxiao clicked his tongue in wonder, "How many War Chiefs do you intend to nurture?"
Shi Er crossed his arms disdainfully, "Be careful, these War Chiefs might turn against you, don't lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot."
