On a planet more than fifteen billion light-years away from Jerr, a tall, large man threw up a mouthful of blood. "What exactly is that brat made of? He has such a powerful monster kept within his soul space. It may look like an infant on the surface, but it has consumed one-fifth of my soul in less than ten seconds…"
Kratos was feeling a little upset over this. He had lost the bait along with the fish. He had lowered down his will projection for the sake of obtaining that chain god item. In the end, he did not have his hands on the god item and instead handed over one-fifth of his strength, which was in his will projection, and one-fifth of his soul energy.
However, the fear was still lingering within him. He was secretly glad for not choosing to push open that black door. He still remembered Gu Ding's words. "Blackie is the pet of the neighbor on the right."
