His gaze stayed on the new Supreme Metac, the Seal of Death Supreme Metac, as if it were the key to his swift, eventual domination of the Blessed Heaven World.
Of course, his expectations of the Seal of Death weren't baseless. He had a very important reason for having so much faith in it. It was something no Dao Lord could do.
But before he could use the Seal of Death and test its capabilities, the person he least wanted to see appeared before him. A humanoid being in black plate armor, holding a black spear, stood before him.
His first instinct was to attack. But he suppressed that thought in favor of deactivating the 27 Devourer Divine Metacs in the first godhead. After that, he began preparing the Rewind Metac.
"Why do you keep your Divine Ability activated all of the time?" the guardian asked.
"I'm using it to tweak my conversion efficiency," he replied.
Meanwhile, the mind within Fenrir and the black seal had different thoughts.
'What are they doing here?'
