The Black Horse Chef’s Dog Fighting

That familiar manly voice resounded throughout the central plaza. 

Because of the magic arrays, the ruined central square was slowly repairing itself. The slag converged together on its own, like a stream of water, forming the ground anew.

Amidst the gentle sounds of the surrounding self-recovery, the eyes of the onlookers went wide as they turned in the direction from which the manly voice had come from—the Netherworld Ship.

Aboard the ship was a black dog whose body fat was jiggling slightly. A sneeze had sent the silvery-armored Han Li flying.　

After Han Li stabilized himself, astonishment overwhelmed his heart!

This dog… really was not ordinary. Just the power behind its sneeze was so strong that he was sent flying. This… What exactly was going on?

Did he miss out on something very important?