As the Underworld King uttered those words, every puppet god in the great hall revealed understanding expressions, eyeing the crimson blood around the Underworld King's lips with a hint of worry.
Yama reached out to place his hand on the Underworld King's back, ready to channel Puppet Power.
Sensing his intentions, the Underworld King quickly avoided it and said in a deep voice, "No need."
He sat upright, extended his arm under the watchful eyes of the puppet gods, and gripped a swathe of Evil Qi in the emptiness of the hall.
The Evil Qi flew in from outside the hall, that dense black mist contained great power and released a familiar aura.
Before the puppet gods could perceive it, the Underworld King had already absorbed all the Evil Qi. The pallor of his face was significantly reduced.
Yama frowned, "Did something happen in the Human Realm?"
Only if his life were truly in danger would the Underworld King be affected like this.
