"The Netherworld God?"
Inside an office at the Northern Border Army Command Center, three figures stood at the corners of an invisible triangle, surrounding Su Ping in the center.
Listening to Su Ping's report, the Legend of the Holy Dragon, who had only been away for a day, sat directly in front of him. He softly repeated the name of the entity they had finally managed to identify.
The Netherworld God!
However, the other two people present clearly had no mind to ponder over this detail at the moment.
"And then what? What did you do after Charles came out? You little bastard, don't tell me you've actually merged with the Netherworld God's reincarnating power!" Su Anyong had already jumped up from his seat in agitation. He stared fixedly at Su Ping, his bloodshot eyes filled with complex emotions.
The reason was simple: he knew the truth.
