Rod nodded, feeling relieved if that's the case. Such conventional methods were within his understanding. He was very worried that the Ancient Evil might have some extraordinary abilities, like directly influencing monsters or triggering the Black Fog.
This would be extremely troublesome.
"So then."
Rod looked at Asa with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Is he Amon, the Ancient Evil?"
A hint of sarcasm appeared in Asa's cold voice.
"It's his style. He loves to mock you so-called saviors, arranging for you an incredibly ironic death. That's his Evil Thought Core."
Rod furrowed his brow, recalling the provocative words he'd left in Starry Sky City and the tragically miserable death of Heigao'er.
Hatred's flames began to boil in his heart again. Rod had never wanted to kill someone so much.
"The Evil Thought Core, it's his instinct, right?"
