The Cunning Lord of Darkness

At this moment, disciples reported to Lin Feng through the mental network.

More Innate Martial Artists had landed on the Shenzhou Continent from the sea.

Fishing boats had spotted these Innate Martial Artists and roughly identified the sea region where they had appeared.

Lin Feng asked, "How many came this time?"

The disciple in charge of searching the coastline replied, "Thirty came this time.

The thirty split into six groups and landed at different locations."

Lin Feng immediately flew toward the nearest group of Innate Martial Artists.

Along the way, Lin Feng began pondering the enemy's intentions.

Wouldn't thirty Great Void Evil Spirits gathered together and fused into one entity be stronger? Why did they have to split up?

Unless these fellows were all cannon fodder.

They had split up merely to scout the way, or to finally confirm whether he was systematically slaughtering Great Void Evil Spirits.

This Lord of Darkness was truly cold-hearted.

He had sent thirty Great Void Evil Spirits merely to scout, clearly not caring about their lives at all.

A thought suddenly occurred to Lin Feng. What would the Lord of Darkness do next if he captured and imprisoned these Great Void Evil Spirits without killing them?

Would he continue sending Great Void Evil Spirits down, or wait for this batch to return before making another move?

The Innate Tribulation would not last much longer.

Once this period passed, those bodiless Great Void Evil Spirits would no longer be able to descend.

This chance came only once every few centuries. Could they really endure waiting?

Lin Feng decided to imprison this batch of Great Void Evil Spirits and see what the Lord of Darkness would do.

Lin Feng spent an entire day locking all thirty Great Void Evil Spirits inside the Soul Crusher.

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