Darkness was actually somewhat surprised that things had gone so smoothly.
Although he had won some of them over, that did not mean he had won over everyone.
He simply had not expected these fellows to choose to trust him outright.
Or perhaps these fellows were clever and had chosen the best option.
What they did not know, however, was that in the Nether Soil, at the place where the Void Gate had been sealed...
A figure slowly emerged.
This person looked extremely familiar. He was none other than Molan, who should have been dead.
"Hmph, damn that Darkness! He actually gathered so many powerful fighters. No wonder he dared to ambush me."
"But you underestimate an ancient spirit of the void. Did you really think I was that easy to kill?"
He looked somewhat weak at this moment, but he was still full of vigor.
Although this fellow had been defeated, he possessed many ways to preserve his life. Splitting his soul was one of them.
Once his main spirit died, his auxiliary spirit would become his main spirit.
This ability was nothing unusual. Many gods of the void knew about it.
However, those who could actually cultivate an auxiliary spirit were exceedingly rare.
And Molan was among the best of them.
He slowly concealed his form and drifted toward the edge of the Nether Soil.
Just as he was about to leave the Nether Soil, a voice sounded beside him.
"What a strange lifeform. You look just like the Phantom Worms. Can you tell me what you are?"
An ordinary-looking fellow abruptly appeared before him. Although handsome, he gave off no aura at all, just like an ordinary person.
That only made Molan more afraid. This fellow had evaded his detection and come right up beside him, approaching