Soon, the Demon walked out of the divine kingdom, emitting a natural aura that not even the most perceptive Divine Spirit could distinguish from the God of Forest. Having completely controlled the body, the Demon's power of deception was at its peak. At this moment, he could perfectly masquerade as the God of Forest, showing no signs of abnormality.
He headed north to a mountain peak shrouded in shadows, its summit connected to dark clouds, with Thunder streaking by from time to time. A heart-palpitating aura emanated from the mountain, chilling to the bone.
"Shadow God!" The Demon's voice pierced through the shadow and dark clouds, echoing between the mountains.
As his voice faded, a path emerged from within the shadows, just wide enough for one person to traverse. The God of Forest wore a slight smile and casually strolled in.