With the power of the Great Luo, dealing with a gravely wounded, slumbering Divine Being was this simple.
"Crunch, crunch..."
Though sealed, the Netherworld Three-headed Dog cracked its jaws open slightly, baring a row of sharp, bone-white teeth. It seemed to sense danger drawing near and was grinding its teeth.
"Hm? It's certainly alert. If I tame it, I'll keep it in the Main God Hall as a watchdog..."
Wu Ming flipped his hand, and the glowing sphere sealing the Netherworld Three-headed Dog vanished.
He stepped forward a few paces and examined the resentment node before him.
With the Netherworld Three-headed Dog—a huge drain on its power—gone, the dense, inky darkness at the center of the lake spread rapidly.
Thump, thump! Thump, thump!
Countless purplish-red veins gathered, forming the shape of a black heart in the middle. It beat with force, its enormous thuds echoing through the cave.
With every beat, the black heart swelled a little larger, its color growing darker.
"Good grief... This is just an ordinary little node. That means there are tens or hundreds of thousands of resentment hearts like this throughout the Inner World, forming a network that covers the whole place... This doesn't feel natural. It reeks of conspiracy... The Void Mask?"
Without a doubt, the leader of these Divine Beings was secretly plotting something major.
And the mighty figures of the Spirit Race seemed to have set their sights on the same thing. The two sides had begun to clash; it was practically inevitable.
But why should the hundred races of my Main World have to be your cannon fodder?
Wu Ming rubbed his chin. "Still, I have to admit, Xu's plan has quite a few merits..."
After investigating the scene, even Wu Ming had to admit that the entire Inner World had