Netherworld Prison.
On a fragment of land floating on the surface of the sea, Long Di looked up at the "Heaven Forbidden" above the dome, his expression gloomy.
He was in a terribly bad mood.
The laws of heaven and earth in the Netherworld Prison, the spiritual energy, and the fortunes connected to Him were still raw and sluggish.
Pang Jian's proactive departure hadn't changed anything, He was still the abandoned one!
"Leader."
A dozen Netherworld Gods loyal to Him scattered in the void above the fragment, each with a complex look in their eyes.
Further away, Bai Zi, with her delicate body, stood atop a golden bee, her expression also cold.
The Netherworld Prison, along with the people of the Nether Tribe, had all suffered severe damage.
Many lands had exploded, some fragments had turned to rubble, much fortune had been lost, and the Netherworld Gods along with the powerful Nether Race warriors had suffered heavy losses in the war.
