He stared at the corpse, countless chaos and shadows obscuring most of the remains, even the King of Night couldn't see through it. He could only vaguely perceive an enormous, indistinct figure, and the Black Mist born upon it.
Is this the plan of the ultimate evil?
Rod suddenly had such a thought in his heart, he turned the fallen Primordial Divine King into the source of pollution, thus creating this invincible terror.
"No, that's not right!" Asa suddenly shouted: "Master, do you see those white traces?"
Rod concentrated and looked, only to see beneath the huge body, indeed, there were some extremely small white traces, like drifting White Silk in the wind, inconspicuous among the massive Black Pillar.
"What is this?"
