This Valley was very large, and it was particularly gloomy and cold, giving the old netherworld ghost an uncomfortable feeling.
After being in contact with the Great Demon King for so long, he had more or less grasped the Great Demon King's Foundation. He was a person who would definitely not find a random place to hide.
If he wanted to find something, he would have to find a place like the waterswamp.
"I don't believe that there are so many Forbidden Lands in The Lion King's kill mountain range. Moreover, you can find every single one of them." The netherworld old ghost thought to himself. His expression remained gloomy. After so many failed attempts to kill him, he felt that he had lost a lot of face.
He was very cautious and carefully sized up the valley again, but he did not find any clues.
He was sure that this time, the Great Demon King felt that there was no hope of escape and had given up on himself.
