"So they're coming out, huh?" Void thought with a wide grin as he looked at the talented individuals on the planet created by Linkir.
"Well, whether some of you survive or not depends on yourselves—and how far you're willing to go for power. I left it to them, so I shouldn't be concerned about it," Void said with an amused grin.
Void waved his hand, and an arena a few dozen meters in size appeared.
Currently, Void was in the fourth layer of space as his gaze narrowed. He couldn't get stronger without devouring souls anymore, and he couldn't make a move easily—those two, the old man and the guard behind him, were waiting for that.
Any strange movement and they'd attack.
The other multi-universal beings were weaker than him, so as long as he didn't intentionally release his aura, they couldn't sense him.
