"Pope, allow me to assist you." Qi Yue moved, raising both hands. His eyes instantly turned golden, and a layer of cyan-gold light appeared on his palms. The cross in the sky had already disappeared, revealing a small black hole the size of a fist. However, when Qi Yue raised his hands, the black hole seemed to stop.
"Open—" Qi Yue shouted loudly, his hands suddenly pulling apart. The entire room trembled violently, and that fist-sized black hole was forcibly torn open by Qi Yue, revealing an aperture large enough for someone to pass through.
As the light flickered, Qi Yue's figure disappeared. Malti stared blankly at the slowly closing rift, murmuring, "Oh my heavens! Is this truly human power? He has already reached the level of tearing space apart—a feat even the Sky Emperor cannot achieve! It seems I still underestimated his strength."
