With the guidance of the Undead Demon Tower, the ship quickly left the Dead Sea and entered the Netherworld...
Dark Unparalleled felt much calmer.
He could hold steady.
The strong individuals of his Dark Tribe were still in the Dead Sea, guarding the End of Underworld.
Meanwhile, on the Human Clan's side, there was only one chicken.
When the time comes, he could find a way to inform his people, and besides... ten years have passed, it was time for him to leave that ghoul-ridden place.
Once in the Netherworld, he must have a good time.
But?
During the journey, there was a heavy atmosphere on the ship, no one spoke, and everyone seemed preoccupied.
Dark Unparalleled glanced sideways and muttered to himself, "It's just leaving the master! It's not a big deal. That girl is so strong, even able to easily suppress the Lord of Weirdness; she'll surely be fine."
Chen Pingping, Zi Ji... both were somber.
