The Nether Puppeteer Patriarch!

Ying Long glanced at the shattered ground. The whole ground was deeply caved in. The rubble rolled, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose into the sky.

The Demon Passes were set up right under the Nether King Palace. Now, as Er Ha broke through the passes and rushed out, the ground naturally collapsed. In fact, he could also choose to come out in a more gentle way.

Holding the Hollow Eye Staff, Ying Long hunched his back and paced among the ruins with his hand behind him. His white hair was waving in the wind.

Feeling that the repressed power in the Demon Passes had disappeared a lot, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"My lord Tian Cang… Little Nether King is finally grown up." His faint voice rang through the air.

He didn't stop the Nether King from leaving. He once said that if Er Ha could pass the fifteenth level, he would leave him alone. Now that Er Ha had done it, it was only natural that he would keep his promise.

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