The blacksmith's speed was not as fast as that of the Dancing Flame, and he was far behind the Lord of Darkness, but fortunately, the two people flying in front of him did not change direction, and the blacksmith followed all the way, and finally did not lose the general direction.

The black, even if too conspicuous in the forest, was like a signpost to remind the blacksmith passing above that he had found the man he was following.

"Is this it?" the blacksmith slowly fell back to the ground, constantly looking at the black mass standing in the forest in front of him, and the dancing flame fled all the way down, and finally caught up.

Needless to say, under this black group, there is a high probability that it will be a base of the Near-God Army.

The blacksmith had to admit that he felt an unprecedented fear of the powerful power of the Divine One, known as the Forty-Seventh, a fear of a natural enemy that the blacksmith had only encountered once, and that was when he faced the Children of Light.

But perhaps because of the different power characteristics, the two sensations are similar but not the same.

The feeling that the child of light brings to people is more of a heart of awe and worship, which is the surging pressure brought by the absolute light, and it is impossible to resist the undoubted absolute.

And the feeling that the young man brought to people was fear and uneasiness, as well as an inexplicable sense of being hunted.

If we had to use an analogy, then the child of light is the true god descending to earth, and the number forty-seven is haunted by evil spirits.

As for the darkness in front of him, the blacksmith looked up and down, and he found that the blackness was no longer ordinary darkness, but more like some kind of entity, or hollow, as if someone had dug up the whole piece of the world in front of him, leaving only black.

The blacksmith could probably understand what it was, and of course he knew that what was in front of him was not a corner of the world that was suddenly missing. This is pure darkness, the embodiment of the power of the powerful and divine.

It's just that he doesn't know if this darkness is just a barrier, or if it fills the entire space.

Unlike the power of the blacksmith, given enough attention, he can of course create something similar out of metal, whether it is a barrier or a metal hemisphere, but the meaning of the two is completely different.

The essence of the blacksmith's ability is manipulation, he can't create something out of nothing, and if there is no metal within the range of the ability perception, the blacksmith's ability has no chance to be used.

Whether it is a blacksmith, or Ding Qing, or Xuan Ling, who has died, there must be a cornerstone for the use of their abilities.

This is why the blacksmith has to maintain the presence of metal scale armor around him for a long time, in addition to improving his control and defense, he can also have an additional option if he is in a desperate situation and there is no metal to control around.

But the darkness in front of us obviously cannot be described as simple as being controlled, and this kind of pure darkness that can already be called an entity obviously cannot exist in this world.

This is a new thing created by the power of the Divine and controlled by the Divine Being. Seriously, this darkness is not a product of this world.

If you have to divide it by the blacksmith, then the power of Forty-Seven is closer to that of Dancing Flame.

Both people can use their abilities to create a certain quality of reality and control it. But the real fire and darkness in the world are also intangible things, and the creation of the dancing flame can only exist in a way that is close to the real logic, and the darkness of the forty-seventh is far beyond this.

Thinking of this, the hope that weighed on the blacksmith's heart was once again stirring, and he was once again sure that the fragile balance between the wanderer and the near-god army would be upset by the presence of Forty-Seven. If the Wanderer wants to survive this seemingly unwinnable war, this young man with darkness will be the key.

Time is too late, the blacksmith has been tracking alone until now, it is too late to find support or go back to think in the long run, Forty-Seven is too powerful, and the Near-God Army will not let such an uncontrollable and hostile person to their own side go outside. If the blacksmith walks away now, it will be difficult to find him again.

Thinking of this, the blacksmith has made up his mind.

He had to convince Forty-Seven to join the Wanderers, even if it was risky.

Since the other party has such hatred for the Near God Army, and even follows the Dancing Flame all the way to the killing, then the existence of the Wanderer should be extremely attractive to him.

But the blacksmith didn't know what was going on in the darkness in front of him, and he wanted to go inside to take a look, but he was worried that he would force his way into it and there would only be endless dark entities.

The blacksmith stretched out his hand to touch the darkness, but stopped three centimeters from the touch, his heart moved, and the sensation under his feet spread in all directions like a spider's web, and he soon became aware of the metal artifacts buried in the ground.

Just use them to probe, the blacksmith thought.

I don't know what year or month those metal artifacts were left behind, they had been buried in the deep soil for too long, and they had long been in tatters. But the blacksmith's abilities have been able to transcend metalwork and influence the metal itself. He separated what was left of the metal like a cocoon, regathered it, and stretched upwards like a bud trying to break through the ground in spring.

Metal twists and turns in the earth, like a snake swimming in water, and soon comes close to the surface, it is like a blacksmith's finger, each touch can give a different message.

The blacksmith's perception suddenly loosened, and the metal poked out of the ground, and the ground was empty, meaning that the darkness was just a barrier.

The blacksmith's outstretched hand finally landed on the dark barrier, and the metal scale armor in his body came out along his arm, extending densely to the dark surface, like a soldier who was ordered to set up a formation.

If the blacksmith wants to get in and find someone, he must first break through this dark barrier.

The power of the blacksmith is invincible. If the darkness remained invisible, then the blacksmith's power was useless, and of course, he only had to walk in then. However, since this darkness has been condensed into a substance, the blacksmith's power naturally has a chance to break through.

The moment the close-fitting scale armor touched the golden darkness, the blacksmith felt the difference in the darkness, although it was indeed an entity, but it had an inexplicable strange feeling.

It was inexplicable, and the darkness seemed to exist as a substance and across nothingness.

The blacksmith's mind moved, and he was about to break through the darkness with metal scale armor, but his perception suddenly disappeared.

The sensation was similar to the moment when the underground metal poked out of the ground, which meant that there was no more entity in front of the metal scales.

The blacksmith's eyes suddenly brightened, and he found that the darkness in front of him had disappeared at some point, and he was still in the forest, and there were two people standing and sitting not far in front of him, who seemed to know their entry, and were both looking at him.

The blacksmith was stunned and immediately recognized the two men.

"Forty-seven...... Dancing Flame?"