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Since ancient times, entities worthy of being called "gods" have always been exceedingly tricky to deal with—almost invincible high-dimensional beings with vast, incomparable wills, capable of eroding and assimilating even the consciousness of Ghost Immortals.

Void Willard wanted to fuse with the Unborn Void God, to assimilate the Demon God's insane and unknowable will. How was this any different from seeking death?

"Madman!"

Lornaa Lindwood's gaze was ice-cold as she watched the blood-colored column of light that pierced the sky and earth in the distance.

The ground began to tremble slightly, and then the tremors grew increasingly intense, as if the demonic light, condensed from fresh blood, spread across the sky, casting an extremely ferocious and bloody aura over the pitch-black heavens.