Lin Xiu took a deep breath, gripped the Astral Dawn Sword tightly, and prepared to face the ultimate challenge. He knew that the key to leaving the Netherworld might lie within this palace, and unprecedented danger awaited them.
As the group approached the palace, the heavy doors trembled slightly, and an ancient, evil aura rushed toward them. Once the doors swung open, a massive figure appeared before their eyes—the ruler of the Netherworld, the Nether King. The Nether King was tall, enveloped in swirling black mist that obscured his face, revealing only a pair of glowing, emerald-green eyes filled with endless coldness and majesty.
"Insignificant mortals, how dare you trespass into my Netherworld and vainly attempt to leave?" The Nether King's voice was low and hoarse, echoing through the palace as if it came from the deepest abyss of hell.
Chapter 116