The moment Charlotte stepped into the Endless Void, he saw Zimmerman weaving among several Evil Spirits with effortless ease. He even remembered to greet Charlotte.
Charlotte pondered briefly, then lunged at them.
This time, his "family" was not at his side, but Charlotte felt no fear. As he brushed past Zimmerman, he said in a low voice, "Let's join forces!"
Zimmerman was slightly surprised. "How has your strength improved again?"
Charlotte replied, "I killed a few dream gods! I'm more curious about why your strength still hasn't improved. Shouldn't you have entered the divine rank long ago?"
A thought immediately arose in Zimmerman's mind. Do I have a grudge against him? Oh, I really do. We do have a grudge. He even stole my fiancée.
Both were among the foremost figures of the Old Continent. Not long ago, Zimmerman had been far stronger than Charlotte, but the strength Charlotte now displayed was no less than his own. Though both remained highly wary of each other, they worked together with remarkable coordination.
They quickly trapped an Evil Spirit. Zimmerman swung his sword and cleaved it in two.
This level of swordsmanship was a divine technique Charlotte still could not achieve. He truly lacked the ability to carve an Evil Spirit apart alive!
Zimmerman glanced at the Evil Spirit with slight distaste and said, "The authority and soul are yours. The Divine Form and flesh are mine."
Charlotte was slightly surprised. "Isn't the authority the most valuable part?"
Zimmerman said blandly, "I don't lack authorities."
Charlotte had already been very curious about him, and now he was even more curious. He secretly speculated, *Zimmerman preserved his memories and soul intact through a secret technique. If he lacks neither authorities and only needs Divine Forms and flesh, then his authority must be very