At that moment, the aura left behind by the Flesh Mass Monster in the underground wine cellar was faintly mixed with an exceedingly profound trace of presence.
Most other superhumans would probably have been unable to identify it.
Cheng Han had obtained Heretical God Blood and the Stone of Divine Soul. Both were genuine Divine Objects. He had studied them countless times and was extremely familiar with them, so he sensed it immediately.
Netherworld chuckled. "Although I can't deduce it, I've roughly guessed what this thing is."
As soon as he spoke.
Black Mist surged up, then dispersed.
His figure vanished.
North City.
A burly man was eating dinner when he suddenly set down his chopsticks and smiled. "Time to give chase."
Black Mist flashed.
He disappeared.
South City.
A lame man leaning on a cane gave a snickering laugh. "I can't beat you one-on-one, but who says I have to fight alone?"
Bang!
He struck the ground with his cane.
Black Mist swirled up and carried the Lame Man away.
The eastern outskirts of the city.
An old man grinned, baring his teeth. "Count me in."
At this moment.
As many as six Netherworlds began the pursuit simultaneously.
Recently, Netherworld had appeared to have fallen silent, but in truth, he had been constantly "replicating."
He selected evildoers, controlled them, split their souls, and thoroughly remade them.
Take the Lame Man, for example.
He had once lured a neighboring girl under ten years old with candy and preyed on her. After Netherworld discovered his crimes, he directly turned him into another Netherworld.
From the moment he took possession, the original Lame Man had died. His soul became nourishment for a new soul.
Snowy Plains.
Cao Hongshan was holding a Dharma Artifact and recording footage of the battlefield.
This was the