"Huff..."
He stood at the palace entrance, gazing into the distant sky, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
Even the breath he exhaled was black, tinged with the aura of death.
"Heh..."
With a cold laugh, he said, "Has the Dark World finally descended into chaos?
Good. Another great era of strife is about to begin.
I wonder if those guys have all come out..."
As he spoke, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head toward the direction of Hawk Nation, frowning slightly.
"Hm?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, "So it's these three guys, huh? Heh, what are these three up to?"
With that, his feet stomped fiercely on the ground, and he transformed into a streak of black light that soared into the sky, flying away from Death Valley...
Shortly after the Underworld Emperor left Death Valley,
the Intelligence Group of White Bear Country got the news.
The group leader picked up a specially made mobile phone to make a call.