Aboard the Fire River spacecraft.
Wang Teng Main Body sat cross-legged inside the Cultivation Room, his gaze flickering slightly as if he were pondering something.
The Blood God Clone had grown much stronger, but he still felt it was not enough.
Especially when it came to methods hidden in the shadows—he was still lacking.
For certain unsavory matters, not only did the Blood God Clone need people to handle them, but he needed people on his side as well.
"Why does this suddenly feel like something shady?"
Wang Teng froze for a moment, rubbing his chin as he found it rather strange.
He was clearly one of the Light Universe's foremost geniuses, with few who could compare to him. Why was he now acting like some grand villain?
"Forget it. Without darkness, how can there be light?"
Wang Teng shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. He did not think there was anything wrong with what he was doing. It was all to survive better, grow stronger, and deal with the Darkness Breed.
Was there a problem with that?
No, right?
Not a single problem.
Then his eyes flashed, and he suddenly stretched out a hand.
Four flame cages appeared. Within them were four exceptionally special Soul Bodies, each giving off a dark aura. Clearly, they were not Light Universe Warriors.
Sloth Mist Luan!
Saudis!
Dark Scale Roach!
Ming Yu!
These four Soul Bodies belonged to the Darkness Breed slain by the Blood God Clone and Wang Teng Main Body. They had all been powerful, truly considered strong among the Darkness Breed.
Thus, Wang Teng and the Blood God Clone had been somewhat reluctant to kill them completely.
Fortunately, they had been cautious and secretly preserved their Soul Bodies.
Making use of waste was nothing shameful.
Wang Teng examined