Fen Yan and the others were somewhat shocked; they never expected Ming An to possess such an intense devotion to the so-called Underworld Venerate, a worship that seemed unweakened by the eons since that great battle, which by his account, must have occurred billions of years ago. Such a lengthy span of time had done nothing to diminish their reverence. To think that merely uttering the name could provoke him to the brink of mutual destruction, this fervent belief was indeed terrifying!
"Then could you tell us who exactly the Underworld Venerate is? Why have we never heard of him? Also, in this Underworld God Army of yours, how many are there with strength like yours? And where does your power stand in comparison?" Fen Yan's questions were cleverly posed; his interest lay not in the secrets of that great battle but rather in the combat power of these people, or to be more blunt, whether these people could be of any use to him!
