If he didn't want to be high-profile before, now that things had come to this point, being high-profile or not no longer mattered.
In midair, without any solid objects to leverage, Black Judge propelled himself forward with barriers formed by dense dark matter, shooting forward like a pitch-black missile at an altitude nearly a hundred meters above.
Everyone on the ground looked up, only able to see a stream of pitch-black light darting through the dark barriers ahead, hurtling towards them.
From a distance, those dark barriers aligned in a straight line halfway up the sky, like linked stars, emitting a dim light that swallowed all surrounding light.
And Black Judge was like a highway connecting the stars, a straight and sharp line loaded with murderous intent, striking fiercely with an imposing aura.
However, at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the four corners of north, south, east, and west, sweeping through the entire forest like a fierce storm.
