Xu Yang fell silent.
I haven't even said anything yet, and you've already agreed. What am I supposed to do with my well-thought-out persuasions now?
He hadn't even taken out the "middling true deity" stored in his storage space yet.
Seeing his silence, the Overseer of Death couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear in his heart, and hastily asked cautiously, "Celestial Master Xu... did I say something wrong?"
"Ding!"
"The Overseer of Death got scared, merit +1 million."
"Ding!"
"The Overseer of Death got scared, merit +1 million."
"Ding..."
The system prompt in his mind finally pulled Xu Yang back to reality.
He smiled and said, "Overseer of Death, you should be more aware of the current situation in Hell than I am... the Western Hell, originally a realm of its own, is filled with undead and demonic creatures that live in chaos and war every day, yet they have their own rules of survival."
