I can get used to this

Liam did not have a chance to look at the stupefied expression on Madan's face. He was in a world of his own as he swam amidst the thick nether aura that surrounded him from all sides. 

For others, this might be suffocating, but for him, it was as if he was in the womb of his mother. The energy gently caressed him and nourished him, forming a thick impenetrable protective aura around him.

He did not even have to lift a finger. The swirls of nether automatically gathered around him like metal particles on a magnet.

Liam breathed in another lungful of the nether-rich air, and with a sudden burst of energy, he propelled himself forward.

As for the undead mobs that had risen in the dungeon to prevent these kinds of intruders from entering the dungeon, they all stood aside and made way for him.

It was as if they recognized him as their master, their ruler, and they dared not to challenge his authority.