In the Darkness race's territory, at one o'clock, several group leaders, led by Garvin, walked down to the lower floor of the central tower of the Darkness race. The further they went down, the colder the air became, and the more furrowed their eyebrows.
At last, the patriarch of the Blood race couldn't help asking.
"Garvin, where on earth are you taking us? Although we have agreed to join hands, I won't agree so easily if you want to use us for anything."
The other patriarchs also nodded slightly. Although they were not as suspicious of the Darkness race as the patriarch of the Blood race, such a race that could revive dead creatures and control human souls was indeed frightening.
Garvin said to them with a smile, putting his hand on an ancient door.
"Don't worry. I promise you that everything the Darkness race does won't affect your benefits. On the contrary, it will be of great help to you."
Garvin said as he pushed the door open.