Black naturally heard the displeasure in Engel's voice.
He merely raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
The resources were already his. Let the others grumble all they wanted.
It wasn't going to cost him a piece of flesh.
Black happily continued exploring, hoping to find more useful resources.
Both he and his Clone needed to prepare for a breakthrough to God Level, which meant they would need even more resources. Right now, the more he found, the better.
Nearby, Naraku the Shadow Demon flickered in and out of focus as he dodged Space Rifts, letting out a raspy scoff.
"What good is knowing only how to run? True members of the Demon Race are forged in battle. You can't expect to make your enemies surrender by running away!"
Black didn't so much as lift an eyelid. He let the words go in one ear and out the other.
Most of his attention was divided between searching for resources and sensing his surroundings, especially for any trace of the Undead.
He didn't believe the Undead Faction would willingly give up this Secret Realm. They had to be planning something big.
Persistence paid off for a determined "demon."
Together, the group destroyed a Guardian Stone Statue, broke through the final layer of illusions, and reached the heart of the Secret Realm.
Every voice fell silent. Only heavy breathing remained.
Ahead, two masses of energy floated in the void, wreathed in Nine-Colored Rosy Clouds and radiating a vast Life and Creation Aura.
The aura was pure and gentle, yet its allure made the souls of every Ninth Tier Peak member of the Demon Race tremble and their Demon Cores resonate.
"Nirvana Divine Source!"
Even Estelle's beautiful eyes widened, and the words escaped her.
Her voice trembled with disbelief and excitement.
No explanation was