The power of space has been a rare skill since ancient times, and Moros is a rather unique existence.
In the Divine Realm, almost no God-King wished to be Moros’ enemy.
Those who couldn’t defeat him were instantly annihilated, and those who could weren’t fast enough to catch him.
Now that Luna and Erebus knew they were facing Moros, even though he was just using a part of his power through a human body via soul transmigration, as long as he controlled the power of space, he was difficult to deal with.
As soon as Moros finished speaking, Luna and Erebus felt unable to move their bodies. If William didn’t intervene soon, they were almost ready to transform back into their original forms, as that might give them a chance to resist.
Without a sound, the surrounding light twisted and folded, then quickly returned to normal.
Luna and Erebus sighed in relief.
It was clear, in the end, that William had intervened.
How he did it, they didn’t see and didn’t need to know.
“Moros, don’t you recognize me?” William said with a smile, his gaze gently fixed on a distant stone hut.
They spoke in the language of the primitive tribe, which left Zoey beside them utterly confused. She felt something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Well, maybe nothing happened at all.
After William spoke, inside the stone hut, Moros, who was sitting cross-legged, had a flicker of light in his eyes. Even through the hut, he could still see William.
This…
This face, although William now had short hair and a changed demeanor, it was unmistakably him!
The next moment, Moros appeared in front of William, looking at him excitedly.
Luna and Erebus were both startled.
Even though Moros didn’t carry the terrifying aura of an ancient deity of witchcraft, his sudden appearance was frightening in itself.
You should know that even the so-called instant teleportation of the Grand Lords of the Shapeshifters is just transforming their bodies into molecular structures and then reassembling them elsewhere to achieve a pseudo-teleportation effect.
However, Moros’s special ability is to directly traverse or fold space to achieve instant teleportation.
Clearly, Moros’s method is more advanced and faster.
Also, nobody would be foolish enough to use pseudo-teleportation in front of Moros.
Transforming their body into a molecular structure in his presence is suicidal.
He could just fold the surrounding space or exile those molecular structures into spatial turbulence. Even for a regular deity, it would take thousands of years to regenerate.
If faced with someone he can’t defeat, Moros would simply fold space to escape. Chasing him becomes very difficult because even those stronger than him wouldn’t dare to use pseudo-teleportation in his presence.
This is why Moros is nearly invincible in the Divine Realm.
Zoey stood next to William, watching Moros cautiously, ready to intervene.
“Master! You’re back! You’ve finally returned!” Moros, with tears in his eyes, excitedly shouted in the language of the primitive tribe.
The people of the Crimson Emissaries tribe around them were stunned, several dropping their bone spears onto their feet in shock.
Their ears must be playing tricks on them. Their deity of witchcraft was calling this young man their master?
Then, as Moros was about to kneel before William, William quickly grabbed his hand, saying, “We just brought the people of your tribe back, no need for this.”
William is strong, but he’s mostly easy-going. Except when acting as an emperor, he doesn’t like people kneeling before him. This is like how the truly wealthy are generally gracious to others, only the newly rich behave arrogantly because of their wealth.
Moros can also be considered an old acquaintance. Thinking back now, fortunately, he thought Moros didn’t look very appetizing, otherwise, Moros would have definitely been roasted by now.
“Come inside and sit, I’ll dance for you,” offered Moros.
Moros has been living by William’s side for quite a long time now.
Back in the day, William was always searching for various delicacies, magical herbs, exotic fruits, and tasty beasts.
He also shares some of his uneaten food with Moros.
Although Moros, in his original form, didn’t look appetizing, he was quite good at dancing.
“No, thanks! I’d rather not watch!” William also knew that Moros was a soul reincarnated through dark magic, attaching part of his soul and power to a corpse, unable to transform into a bird. And now, in this state, draped in animal skins, a 7-foot tall figure, dancing with this physique?
And so, William and his group were welcomed into Moros’s tribe.
Moros loudly announced to his people that they were hosting the most esteemed guests in the world, instructing them to bring forth the finest wine and the most delicious food.
The tribe was abuzz with joy and laughter as various delicacies and drinks were served on the stone tables in the center of the clearing.
“Master, are these two children your current pets? They seem pretty decent,” Moros observed, having recognized the true forms of Luna and Erebus. Although he harbored a deep grudge against Shapeshifters, if they were William’s pets, that was a different matter.
Luna and Erebus didn’t dare to speak. They weren’t sure of their status in William’s presence.
If William said they were pets…
Then they would be pets.
Ever since witnessing William’s power, the two children no longer dared to resist.
Even if William used just his fan to strike them, they feared they wouldn’t even leave bones behind.
“No, it’s not fashionable to keep such pets nowadays,” William replied, trying to integrate himself into modern society. Keeping small cats and dogs was more common, not a phoenix and a giant wolf – what was that about? .
Moros’s eyes lit up, saying, “Then they do look quite tasty!”
Having been with William for so long, Moros knew well his preferences. Ferocious beasts and divine creatures were usually assessed by William based on their taste.
Clearly, a phoenix and a giant wolf, especially as cubs, must taste good.
Moros, saying this, began to salivate.
Luna and Erebus, understanding some of the ancient tribal language, shuddered at Moros’s words.
Their main fear was not Moros himself, but what William thought.
If William really wanted to eat them, what would they do?
It seemed they couldn’t even escape!
Moreover, they had heard Moros refer to William as his master. Did this mean that William was aligned with the deity of witchcraft?
The Shapeshifters were in peril!!
Luna and Erebus looked at William in terror, afraid that he might show the same expression as Moros.
In the Divine Realm, they might have been considered first-rate Shapeshifter lords, but in front of William, they were nothing…
William himself felt troubled.
In Moros’s eyes, was he nothing but a glutton?
“I’ve lost my taste for that now,” William said, swiftly changing the subject. “By the way, why did you choose to expend your own power to undergo soul transmigration to come to the Prime World?”
This topic of eating had to be dropped.
William feared he couldn’t restrain himself anymore.
He remembered once eating a seven-colored phoenix, which was quite delicious. The taste of this phoenix meat probably wouldn’t be too bad either…
No, no more thinking about it!
He couldn’t afford to dwell on it any longer!
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