"The Netherworld is in trouble... And it's very difficult for me to protect the lands of the Netherworld..."
The Nether Emperor ground his teeth as he spoke, what else could he say? Could he admit that because of his son's foolish actions, which offended the forces of the living, and his own decision to start a war, he had ultimately been defeated in a miserable fashion?
All the living thought him the master of the Netherworld, little did they know that the real ruler of the Netherworld was someone else.
It was by chance that the Nether Emperor had obtained the inheritance of the Netherworld; otherwise, how could he have achieved what he had today?
"Is there a creature in this world that even you cannot defeat?"
The voice from the stone tablet spoke dissatisfiedly, and a tremendous pressure erupted, striking the Nether Emperor like a heavy blow and sending him sprawling to the ground.