God of Destruction's laughter dissipated. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Jun Wu Yao and Jun Wu Xie in front of him. Suddenly, he suddenly laughed again. This time, he laughed very strangely.
"How ... how could I be so careless?"
The God of Destruction pressed on the handle of the chair. The ground on both sides of his throne suddenly opened. Four golden and cylindrical columns rose from the open gap, while on the raised golden pillar, circling four light balls of different colors.
The balls of light, about the size of an egg, exuded a faint halo and suspended above the pillar.
The God of Destruction raised his hand and took the red sphere that was closest to him. The light sphere was like a flame held in the hand by the God of Destruction.
