It was at the ninth district of the Shadow Empire, above the air of the square of broken stones.
Grimm looked into the distance, scattered around with eight Voidships, few thousands of Soul Slaves, and countless of Fallen Amonros moved around with their tasks. It was obvious that the area had fallen under the control of the army of Bright Sorcerers.
Compared to the Dark Sorcerers, the highly cooperative Bright Sorcerers would pose greater competitive edge against them. The Dark Sorcerers could hardly make their presence known; they were only good in surviving alone and launch solo attacks. Thus, their capabilities were also limited.
At the very least… Grimm felt this way—being an independent, small and weak Dark Demon-Hunter.
Five hourglasses of time had passed.
Grimm transformed into a flow of light—hovered around the sky of the square, then moved forward into the distance.