"Damn it, it's all because of that idiot Ai Luoti," Sulan withdrew his gaze from the mist and looked up at He Ao, angrily roaring, "If she weren't so stupid and got killed by you so easily, she could have used summoning divine arts to call upon the Witch of Desire's power to cooperate with me, and with my lord, we would have taken you down by now."
He Ao glanced down at him, quietly waiting.
Suddenly, in the depths of the sky's mist, an orange light flickered once, surging into the center of the mist.
The entire mist of the Netherworld covering the sky also began to shake violently.
At this, Sulan's expression changed slightly, "How could this be? How is the power of the Netherworld diminishing?"
Because the Eternal Light has made its move.
The Eternal Divine Nation itself held remnants of Eternal Light's power. With such a big commotion from the Grim Reaper and his good friend, there's no way He wouldn't notice.
But He hadn't acted yet, clearly waiting for an opportunity.
