Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's Left Boot

With the demise of the original body of the Wielder of the Will, the fat ball, as the ruler of the Netherworld, would naturally cease to exist as well.

It could be tomorrow. It could be the day after.

In short, if it couldn't find a way to maintain its position as the ruler of the Netherworld, much like Bai Youyou, it could disappear at any moment.

Its life had already started counting down.

"Damn it," the fat ball's liquid arm grasped the core and the dragon-shaped commander seal tightly as it expressed its frustration.

Given a bit more time, its research would have yielded results in just a few decades.

But its main body had failed to stand the test of time.

"Beep beep~ Bai Youyou," the fat ball boss lamented.

Swish~

At this moment, several more 'water droplets' suddenly crashed into it from the void.

These were the drops of water from the Heavenly Dao Relic shattered by the Smoke Dragon.