The space around violently trembled, and the blood spilled by the black hand was captured by the black substance. The blood of a True God was not something ordinary creatures could withstand, but once it merged with the black substance, everything seemed calm and serene.
The strength of the space wasn't so fragile, but under the influence of the True God's power to interfere with reality, it appeared 'fragile.' Zheng Yichen, who possessed the same type of power, faced the wrath of the True God, but what he displayed was what others saw as his arrogance.
"Want to deal with me? Come on!!" The Black Sword hidden beneath the black cloak all flew out, converging onto the fishing rod in Zheng Yichen's hands, condensing into a ferocious giant saber. The rampant Chaos power made creaking noises all around Zheng Yichen.