Death's Peril
That day, Kolan emerged from seclusion.
His divine sense spread out!
The range of Kolan's divine sense far exceeded that of an ordinary Highgod.
Moreover, even the Ice Prison King couldn't detect his divine sense.
Unless someone was far stronger than Kolan, they wouldn't be able to detect it.
That was what made Soul Mutants so terrifying: experts of the same level couldn't detect their divine sense.
"Hm? He's actually enjoying himself on that island?" Kolan shook his head.
For someone like the Ice Prison King, who had cultivated for countless billions of years, increasing his strength was incredibly difficult. Perhaps he'd already reached his limit.
So instead of cultivating, he spent most of his time indulging himself.
As a King, the Ice Prison King could easily enjoy himself. Taking a woman was a trivial matter.
"Maybe after cultivating for a billion or even ten billion years, if my strength hasn't changed, I'll devote myself to pleasure instead of cultivation too," Kolan thought.
But for now, he needed to slaughter a great many living beings again to refine Soul Gold Beads.
Kolan felt no guilt whatsoever about slaughtering the inhabitants of the Plane Prison to collect Soul Essence and refine Soul Gold Beads.
The inhabitants of the Plane Prison had little to do with goodness in the first place. He could kill them without a second thought.
Kolan flew at tremendous speed, creating spatial vibrations.
Now that he was using Fused Divine Power to fly at full speed, he was several times faster than before.
Before long, Kolan had reached the island where the Ice Prison King lived.
"Clance, an old acquaintance has come to see you. Come out and fight!" Kolan let out the aura of a Highgod.
Otherwise, even if he stood above the island, the