Days passed since the Black Hole Dominators fled.
But Aengus was on a relentless mission, devouring everything in the Dark Region.
His clones spread far and wide, consuming everything in their path—demons, devils, creatures of darkness, even the Dark Sovereign's Temple, ensuring there was no chance of his revival. Even the Skull they had sought for so long had been devoured right before their eyes.
By now, 4/10 of the Dark Region had been decimated.
Aengus' power had long surpassed the Black Hole level, bringing him close to the next rank.
He just needed one final push.
But before that—
"Generals, take the soldiers back with you. We must retreat for now!" Aengus ordered.
"Why, Your Majesty?" Leon asked, confused.
Everything was going well, wasn't it? Their army had become a top-tier force, boasting millions of World Dominators and hundreds of thousands of Star Dominator powerhouses. Such a force might not even exist in any of the neighboring empires close to theirs.
