Dark Unparalleled floated on the Dead Sea for ten years, witnessing too many terrifying dangers. Some areas were shrouded in deathly aura, touching them meant certain death.
There were also some frightening creatures, with a single finger as towering as a great mountain.
Even in the Dead Sea, there were black whirlpools; if you saw them, it was best to flee immediately, never be curious, and never approach.
Those whirlpools would swallow you whole.
Therefore…
Even though the Nether Mountain had been found and the legendary End of Underworld was in sight, Dark Unparalleled's nerves did not relax; instead, they were tense.
Because he knew very well that this meant "danger."
What caught him off guard was that those Humans stepped into Nether Mountain without any hesitation.
All around were these terrifying Charms, their bodies shrouded in deathly aura, as if emerging from the depths of hell, unlike the Ming Tribe's ancient lifeforms of legend.
