The Underworld was the source of the green light.
Lu Wufei did not hesitate, instantly launching himself towards the horizon where the green light originated from.
A beam of clear light racing through the high sky of the Netherworld was extremely conspicuous.
However, this place was close to the administrative organization of the Underworld.
To protect the weaker souls from being stolen, all powerful spirits had already been cleared out.
Therefore, even if they spotted the clear light in the high sky, the spirits below were helpless.
Soon.
In the high sky, Lu Wufei saw a wide road stretching for several dozen miles, filled with lines of often grotesque looking spirits of deceased waiting.
A multitude of small, green-faced, fang bearing demons, with horns growing from their foreheads, held black whips and maintained order.
From his previous encounter with these lower-ranking demons.
This time.
