High in the heavens, the same patch of clouds lingered.
The moment Mo Qi led the group into the Transmission Channel to depart, the little girl, Yan, also vanished.
When she reappeared, she was already deep underground.
Her form was no longer that of a little girl, but the mature, voluptuous, and utterly bewitching Queen Mo Yan!
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
All the Nether Race members immediately awoke from their meditation, knelt on one knee, their faces filled with reverence and fervor.
"No need for formalities. Rise," Queen Mo Yan said with a wave of her hand.
Looking at her clansmen, whose auras were now clearly much stronger than before, Queen Mo Yan nodded in satisfaction.
She felt a renewed sense of gratitude toward Mo Qi.
If not for the Nether Crystals Mo Qi had provided, it would have taken the Nether Race at least another thousand years to recover to their current state.
