"Should I call you Amon, or the Abyss Will?"
"Or perhaps, are you both Amon and the Abyss Will?"
Lu Yuan noticed something amiss.
If the previous Amon was a lunatic with a muddled mind.
Now, he had become extremely rational and calm, like a precise machine operating flawlessly according to a program.
However, due to the recent fusion, Amon occasionally still displayed signs of emotional outbursts.
Facing Lu Yuan's question, Amon ignored it.
He was desperately controlling the black mist, striving to erode Lu Yuan's will.
Watching the golden light and black mist battling fiercely.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt a sense of destiny emerging within.
Two thousand years ago.
Perhaps the Magic World Will and the Abyss Will also fought in a similar manner?
The struggle for power was exceptionally perilous.
A slight mistake could lead to an irreversible disaster.
Had the Magic World Will not been fundamentally wounded, it wouldn't have been exploited by Amon.
