The Light God and the Dark God appeared to coexist peacefully, but only because their powers countered each other and neither could do anything to the other. To break that balance, the Dark God needed a new source of power. Ye Changsheng, an outsider, gave him an opening.
Coroa sucked in a sharp breath and asked carefully, "You mean the Dark God I know?"
Ye Changsheng nodded again.
Coroa collapsed onto the ground, his head spinning. "That's it. I'm staying down. I don't want to get up. I don't want to try anymore..."
After a moment of silence, Coroa sprang back to his feet. "So what are you saying? You're going to fight the Dark God?"
Fighting him was out of the question. No matter how powerful Ye Changsheng was, no matter that he had grasped the Power of Rules and recklessly tested it on himself until he seemed capable of wielding it, he stood no chance against an ancient god.
Even ten more Coroas would not be enough.
Ye Changsheng had no intention of confronting the Dark God head-on, either.
Seeing the heavy look in Ye Changsheng's eyes, Coroa had a bad feeling. "What are you planning? That look on your face makes me think you're about to do something terrible!"
Then Coroa watched, wide-eyed, as Ye Changsheng unleashed a sword strike that split the continent open, carving a chasm through it and dividing the entire landmass in two.
Coroa: "..."
Was this man a monster?
How had he changed the face of the world without so much as a warning? And how had he divided the continent so cleanly?
Looking at the newly formed Abyssal Rift and the eerie aura pouring from it, Coroa felt his headaches might never go away. "Do you know what you've done?"
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