"The target really was the Abyss..."
Yin Ming's consciousness descended, occupying Lagg Vaca's Sea of Consciousness and controlling the Bone Puppet as he carefully surveyed the surroundings.
The other two Pseudo-Undying Xuanming Gods were not together. Source of Flame Spirits—Yamalt—stood to one side, though it was not his true body, but a manifestation projected through a fire spirit.
His figure was translucent, his aura exceedingly faint, like the last candle flame swaying in a fierce wind, ready to be snuffed out by a single breath.
Such a weak avatar?
Was he unable to draw upon more power, or was he afraid the Abyssal Will would detect some trace of him?
A flicker of suspicion passed through Yin Ming's eyes. After a pause, he asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Yamalt said, "Nothing. Wander through the void of the Abyssal Plane as you please. If Demon Gods come, delay them as long as possible. Once there is a disturbance in the void, the transaction will be over."
Yin Ming nodded. "Alright!!"
Perhaps Yin Ming had agreed too readily, too casually.
Yamalt warned, "If you fail to hold back the Demon Gods, the Wizard Black Tower will shift its target and regard you as its primary hunting target."
A threat?
They really did not trust him!
As though he might slip away at any moment, or stab them in the back. Would an Abyssal Quasit possibly have such a bad habit?
Yet before Yin Ming could defend himself, Yamalt's wisp of a phantom scattered as well. Only Yin Ming remained, controlling the Bone Puppet as it drifted aimlessly through the Abyssal void.
Shortly afterward, two messages came through the Undying Law Imprint.
The orders received by the other two Pseudo-Undying Xuanming Gods were to invade the Abyssal Shallow Plane and