"Holy crap, he's hot!"
"Damn, are there really ghosts this good-looking in the Netherworld?"
Even in the Netherworld, the allure of an Ancient Saintly Body was undeniable.
The moment Timothy stepped into the ring, the crowd erupted in shock.
Cheers and screams started echoing from all directions.
Even Elara, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but have her gaze drawn to him, her expression subtly shifting.
Clearly, in all her time in the Netherworld, she had never seen someone this strikingly handsome.
The growing excitement around the ring, combined with the bright lights set up for the event, made it easy to forget they were even in the Netherworld.
But amidst the excitement, some people started to realize something else: "I heard Lady Nightshade is really into looks, which is why she insisted on personally picking the winner."