Wave after wave of pure and deep dark aura continuously attacked Kant's spirit, soul, and bloodline, causing him to become more and more obsessed to it. He wanted to throw away all thoughts of desperately searching for it, these thoughts continuously emerged in Kant's heart. Kant even used the most intense method to unleash the Power of War. He wanted to suppress this feeling, but he found that it was useless.
"I can't hesitate anymore!" Kant bit the tip of his tongue. He used the pain to stimulate his consciousness. "My personal strength is not enough to face five world nobles at the same time, nor can I resist the temptation of this dark aura that is gradually deepening. Then, I will lead the army to go!"
