"Women's words… You can't trust them…"
Nether King Er Ha opened his long, narrow eyes. Slowly, he got up from the ruin, crushed stones rolling off his body.
The grumbling noise didn't cease.
In the void, Jin Jiao hovered quietly. The injuries on his body had already recovered.
Holding the giant iron fan, he looked down at Nether King Er Ha.
Luo Ji's curvy body was exquisitely set out in the void as she held the Death God Scythe. From her body, a formidable aura diffused, frightening people.
"Big Brother Nether King, please believe me… Luo Ji always loves you," Luo Ji said in a teasing voice, licking the Death God Scythe's blade.
On the Netherworld Ship, Nethery and Flowery were completely dumbstruck.
Both Earth Prison Overlords had now made their move. Could Nether King Er Ha resist them?
Nethery's mind flickered, and her black eyes moved to one side.
