Lei Mo couldn't help thinking.
No wonder they said Edicts had no Mysteries. I'd already become a god by comprehending the Destruction Rune, but then the Rune changed? Could my Godhead be taken back?
As he mulled over these random thoughts, Lei Mo patiently waited for Franklin to awaken.
One day, two days, one month, two months. Lei Mo was starting to go numb. What had Franklin comprehended after all this time?
He tried to communicate with Franklin through their souls. He hadn't planned to do that, since he was afraid of disturbing Franklin's epiphany.
"Whoosh—"
Franklin's body rapidly shrank, transforming into a Totem Pillar over three meters long and as thick as a bowl. It flew into Lei Mo's hand.
Lei Mo casually stuck it across his back, pairing it with the pitch-black pillar once again.
All these changes had occurred while Franklin was unconscious. He must have gotten used to being a weapon.
"Boom—"
Lei Mo soared into the sky and began hunting down the Behemoth Orcs' lackeys again.
With intelligence from the Ancestral Court, Lei Mo wiped out five more organizations similar to the Fang Tribe.
They were all bandit groups without any Saint Realm experts. Their core members were basically Behemoth Orcs, controlled by the Behemoth Royal Court.
He had also gathered tens of thousands of Orc souls in the Spirit World. They belonged to all sorts of different races, a complete jumble. There were only a little over three thousand genuine Behemoth Orc souls.
Lei Mo wasn't satisfied with these results. Without killing Saint Realm experts, the damage to the Behemoth Orcs would be limited. No matter how many ordinary tribesmen he killed, a few decades later, a fresh crop would have sprung up.
These souls were rather dull-witted in the short term, and he