Daniel unfurled his Eternal Darkgold Wings. In the howling dark winds of the Abyss Rift, the dark-gold feathers snapped loudly in the air.
Leading the eight legendary-grade powerhouses under his command, he shot toward the nine-star Abyss Rift.
This time, he intended to wipe out the shadowkin threat once and for all.
...
Nine-Star Abyss Rift.
When Daniel descended upon this land shrouded in darkness, the sight before him made his heart tremble slightly.
The sky looked as though it had been torn apart.
A colossal Godscar hung overhead, so vast it was suffocating to behold. Like an inverted giant bowl, it covered the entire heavens.
Within that twisted expanse of space, bursts of multicolored light flashed from time to time—the aftershocks of clashes between legendary-grade powerhouses.
Every few moments, golden blood rained down from the battlefield above, pouring onto the scorched black earth like a storm.
