Rob's thoughts and Phoemos's imprint were communicating. In reality, the ring in Rob's hand was holding a trace of black air from time to time. The black air was faintly hidden, and no one noticed it if he didn't pay attention.

But more than a pair of eyes were watching here in the entire laboratory. There was a strange instrument on Jilasha's left eye. There were three circles on the instrument, each circle was a transparent lens of different colors. From time to time, Jilasha turned the instrument and turned the lenses of different colors on the eyes. His eyes projected through these lenses, so the black air that looked faintly visible to the naked eye became extremely clear on the lenses.

Jirasha thought and moved more than a dozen spiritual raising boxes according to the method explained before, and surrounded Rob's side.

In the space of thought, Phoemoth had just explained the lives of the six kings and was explaining the disappearance of the Immortal Empire. At this moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically and he shouted in anger: "Bastard, what have you done? What are those boxes? How could it suck all the soul energy?"

"Spiritual Box." Rob responded slowly.

Just by listening to this name, it is easy to guess its function. Phoemoth is really the creator of Lenggang War God, and he will definitely not be unfamiliar with the functions of this kind.

The function of this thing just restrained his intentions at this moment. There was no doubt that Rob discovered his intentions.

After his expression changed a few times, Phoemoth asked hesitantly: "How did you find out?"

Rob didn't find anything. He just instinctively kept a little more cautious about things he didn't understand. Anyway, he was ready for all the methods he could use. It would be better if nothing happened, otherwise he would have the corresponding countermeasures.

Assuming that Phimos is a sleeping soul, then he will definitely be as weak as Cabrit when he just woke up. As long as he prevents him from obtaining soul energy, he will not be able to use it even if he has many means.

That's why Rob told Jirasha that once he found that the ring had signs of absorbing soul energy, he would immediately absorb all the soul energy. A soul that had just woken up would never be able to compete with more than a dozen spirit-raising boxes for soul energy.

Feeling Rob's thoughts, Phoemoth had the urge to vomit blood, and it was just a precaution that he was actually trapped in the other party's caution.

Seeing the attempt to be exposed, Phoemoth didn't dare to use any tricks and responded to Rob's question obediently.

Unlike Rob's expectations, this idea is indeed not a sleeping soul, it is really just a spiritual imprint of Phoemos. But this imprint contains Phoemos's knowledge and memory. To a certain extent, he is the separation of Phoemos's thoughts.

Suppose this imprint obtains a soul and transfers all the information in the imprint, then to some extent, it is equivalent to Phimos' rebirth.

This is also Phoemoth's purpose. The function of that ring is to absorb soul energy and nurture a brand new soul for this imprint to be engraved.

After hearing Phoemos's words, Rob felt something was wrong. He could use the ring to condense his soul, so why did he put the ring in a cabin completely isolated from the outside world? Isn't it enough to throw it into a certain gap on Leng Gang's God of War? Then there is no need for him to be silent for so many years until he was dug out by Rob, and he had the opportunity to absorb soul energy.

Regarding Rob's question, Phoemoth said with an idiot expression: "If it weren't for the enemy chasing my traces, why would I need a ring to condense my soul? I just gave birth to a strong soul and then transfer my spiritual imprint? Isn't it enough?"

What kind of enemy is so powerful that it needs to be avoided in this way? Rob thought in a little puzzled way that he could not imagine what level of powerful existence could force a great sage like Phoemoth to this point.

"The immortal kings are all eternal existences that are equivalent to gods. Who else can be worthy of being their enemies besides the gods?" Phoemoth said in a tone of knowingly asking, but after he finished speaking, he murmured in a low voice: "Or they themselves..."

After basically figuring out how Phoemoth exists at this moment, Rob asked: "Can the spiritual imprint be transferred?"

"Transfer?" Hearing his question, Phoemoth was stunned and puzzled: "Transfer? Why should I transfer?"

Rob withdrew his mind, brewed for a moment, and exhaled a solid soul fire, and then said to Phimos: "Transfer to this."

Phoemoth's expression condensed, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Rob hard. Any undead creature understands the meaning of this practice. The soul fire released by Rob must have a deep soul connection with him. If you transfer the imprint yourself, it is equivalent to handing over everything to Rob's hands. At that time, life or death, or even your thoughts will not be controlled by you.

"You have a good idea. I am the authoritative authoritative of the Immortal Empire's construction, the famous sage Phimos. Do you make me surrender to you completely? Are you dreaming?" Phimos roared angrily, as if he was insulted.

"Can you turn?" Rob confirmed again.

"You are insulting me!" Phoemoth yelled.

"I'm going to crush the ring." As he said that, Rob simply pulled out his mind and slowly pressed his fingers with the ring in both hands.

The ring has the ability to condense souls. Rob couldn't let Phoemoth's imprint continue to stay inside. Who knows if there would be any accident? If this imprint is combined with the independent soul, it would be equivalent to Phoemoth's rebirth in a sense.

Phoemoth, who can create such a powerful component as Lenggang War God, is definitely not something Rob can handle now, so if he can't take the other party into his hands, he might as well destroy it.

"You..." Rob's neatness and decisiveness made Phoemoth stunned. As soon as he said a word, the ring snapped, and the ring body and the inlaid gems cracked a small gap.

"I turn! I turn! Stop." Phoemos screamed in horror. He is just a mark now. If the soul loses its place to accommodate, it can still survive in the air for a while. If the mark is to be carried, it will dissipate immediately.

No matter how famous it is, it is useless. It is not the era of the Immortal Empire. It is true to recognize the current situation.
Chapter completed!