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There were wisps of milky white mist surrounding it.

These mists are the essence of condensed energy.

However, at this moment, there were dozens of figures wandering in this void.

Seeing every ray of milky white energy essence, he kept dodging like a thief hiding from the police.

Afraid of touching.

One can personally see fear and even terror in the eyes of some fallen mages.

This piece of empty space between the eyebrows of the god seems to be a secret blessed land.

But in reality, it is a crisis at every step.

They didn't even dare to absorb any energy for fear of being attacked back by the energy.

This energy has an owner, it belongs to God.

The place where they sneaked into the center of the eyebrows is exactly one of the most core areas of the gods.

How could we allow others to plunder?

Do you really think that the sleeping gods have no means at all?

"Mephisto, how far do we have to go?" Strange asked, "We have been dodging for quite some time."

"If the battle outside is over and Lockhart and his men come in and find us, we're done for."

There was worry and anxiety in Strange's reckless tone.

When Grindelwald saw this scene, a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes.

As expected, he is the student I have chosen. He does the opposite and plays very well.

After hearing this, Dai Wei showed a trace of worry on his face.

Like other fallen mages, he set his sights on Mephisto.

There is a greater sense of urgency in their choices.

The probability of this group of people becoming gods was originally very low, and they knew this.

But now there is a chance to greatly increase the probability of becoming a god, how can we not be urgent.

In other words, Mephisto is the evil god, otherwise they would have imprisoned him in private long ago.

"Don't worry, don't be anxious." Mephisto said calmly, "Based on my experience over tens of thousands of years, the more anxious a person is, the worse they will do."

"Lockhart won't get in so easily, and Asgard and Thor won't be so easy to deal with either."

"Besides, if I really encounter it, I will warn you in advance."

"The most important thing now is to locate the location of the God's proof."

After hearing this, everyone stopped talking.

Among this group of people, only Mephisto, the master of playing with souls, has the ability to lock onto the souls of the gods, the true spirits.

However, Grindelwald on the side seemed to be thinking about something.

With his many years of experience and keen mental power, he felt that Mephisto was not being sincere.

There was a hint of caution in his calm tone.

Who is he watching out for?

It won’t be these mages. After all, in Mephisto’s eyes, they are not worthy of his attention.

In this case, it means...

Grindelwald set his sights on Dormammu standing aside.

The thought came to him, and he whispered something to Strange.

After hearing this, Strange did not take any action and continued to follow Mephisto.

After a while...

"Mephisto, can you determine an approximate location?" Strange asked.

"The current search efficiency is really too low. We have a group of 30 or 40 people, which is a bit of a waste."

"If you can determine the range, we can split into multiple teams and search together."

"Believing this way can save time and improve efficiency."

After Strange finished speaking, no one spoke.

No matter how you look at it, your expression changes.

Some had frowns on their brows, some showed some intention, and some had a blank expression like Mephisto.

However, Grindelwald, who was carefully observing Mephisto's every move, vaguely felt it.

He was a little excited.

Yes, some excitement.

As his thoughts turned, he whispered something to Strange.

At this time, Dormammu and Mephisto also began to discuss.

"Do we need to separate?"

"What did you find?"

"It's hidden so deeply that we can only give it a try?"

"Then let's see what their choices are?"

"We separate?"

"..."

The two evil gods seemed to be chatting with each other, or perhaps each sentence was a test.

Mephisto would definitely not be the first to speak, because even if he didn't say anything, just expressed his agreement, he absolutely believed that Dormammu and David and their group would definitely follow him all the time.

Never leave!

Alas, I am still burdened by my reputation.

The fallen mages were also discussing this, and some believed that separation would be efficient, and if they were lucky enough to get ahead, that would be great.

But some people are worried that if powerful evil gods like Mephisto find them, they will probably, no, they will definitely take action first, without even giving them the chance to notify them.

This is equivalent to being abandoned.

How willing they are.

It is better to follow Mephisto all the time. Even if you are a little slower, you will definitely not be left behind.

The cake that is to be shared must not be lost.

"Strange, what have you found?" David said in a voice transmission.

Well, it couldn't be without reason that Strange suddenly asked to divide the team.

David thought that his plan was just one step away from success. He now doubted everything, especially Mephisto and Dormammu. He focused almost all of his attention on them.

He even didn't let go of Strange, whom he trusted.

Well, about forty people and 800 minds!

When Strange heard this, he quickly sent a message to say no.

"No, Chief."

"I mainly want to test the attitudes of Mephisto and Dormammu."

"Mephisto took too long to lead the way, and there was no result. He is a god after all, and I even doubt whether he is an imposter."

Hearing Strange's new angle, David was thoughtful, as if he had thought of something.

"Cough cough..."

After a moment, David coughed lightly, and everyone gradually stopped discussing.

"Everyone, do you think it's better to explore separately? Should we continue together?"

As the leader who openly controls the majority of power on the scene, David cunningly expressed his willingness to listen to public opinion.

But no one spoke, as if wanting to see other people's reactions.

Alas, this team is not easy to lead!

David saw the silence of the crowd and thought helplessly in his heart.

Then he spoke again: "To ensure our common interests."

"I think we should sign another contract."

"Make sure that after we separate, no matter who finds any clues, they will notify everyone immediately."

After these words were spoken, almost everyone turned their eyes to Dormammu and Mephisto.

Especially Mephisto, the master who plays with souls. In theory, this guy has the highest probability of finding clues.

Seeing this, Mephisto was silent for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Of course, that's fair!"

Chapter 667: The Insidious Mephisto

call!

The wisp of white mist in the space between the eyebrows floats slowly as if blown by the breeze.

Several teams of fallen mages were scattered and were highly alert to various potential crises.

suddenly……

Noisy!Noisy!

A fallen wizard seemed to be completely unprepared and passed through the empty space in front of him.

The next moment, blood spurted out.

The body of this unfortunate fallen wizard was suddenly divided into countless tiny cubes.

However, what is even more horrifying is that after being divided into small cubes, none of them fell off.

As if supported by an invisible force, the human form could still be seen.

However, blood began to float around, and flesh gradually spread out one by one.

It was vaguely visible that some white fluid was flowing out from the brain.

Such a horrifying scene made the surrounding Douluo mages' scalps tingle and they dodged to the side instantly.

He didn't even dare to touch it, which proved the space around the fallen wizard.

That's horrible!

Even being torn apart by five horses is not as tragic as this.

Looking at this scene, the mages hiding around swallowed their saliva.

In terms of strength, he is not even as good as the other party.

Yet he died in such an easy, even jokey way.

Sad, sigh.

But then he reported what happened at the scene to all the mages.

Before being divided into groups, they signed a contract that if they encountered anything strange, bizarre, or dangerous, they must report it in a timely manner without any intentional delay.

Like the unlucky guy in front of him, it was obviously a triggered accident, but the location of his body was the source of the abnormality.

After sending the message, the fallen mage stared at death.

After hesitating for a moment, a greedy smile appeared on his face.