Peak Nascent Soul Realm, Murder Fest

...…

Nothing makes any sense…

What exactly is going on here??

No matter how Azmodeus thought about it, there were a few things that just didn't make even the slightest bit of sense…

After a few moments of deep thought, he decided that thinking any further from that point onward would only veer his thinking process in the wrong direction.

Sigh…

"Whatever, I will just ask this 'Ancestor' myself when I get the chance."

Following this thought, Azmodeus turned his apathetic gaze up to the approaching figures.

The loot bags had decided to offer themselves up on a golden platter!

...

Three months later, in the depths of the Outer Section of the enormous territory that made up the River Serpent Sect.

"This is where the Elder said that Weasel was, so why do I not see him anywhere in sight??"