"No... No!" It suddenly awoke, the eyes beneath the bamboo hat showing an even deeper color of fear.
Fu Hong, the venerable ancestor could die, but it could not!
Fu Hong, the venerable ancestor, was the Prison Warden of the Punishment Department within the Netherworld, truly holding an official position and truly a Yin God. An existence like this, if killed, would surely be avenged by the Netherworld!
In this way, the authority of the Underworld was displayed!
But, as just a lowly Yin Envoy, if it was killed, who would seek vengeance for it?
The group of Yin Gods from the Netherworld? How would those noble Yin Gods care about a mere Yin Envoy?
In the Underworld, what's most abundant...
Are evil spirits and Yin Envoys!!
Run!!!
Such a word suddenly surged into its mind. It knew this was a great act of defiance, because its venerable ancestor Fu Hong was still in danger, and if it ran away, who would come to save Fu Hong?
No!
That's not right!
