Apostle of the Underworld

"This is really uncomfortable." Bunduk had a painful expression on his face.

Kant, who was under the protection of the inner side, narrowed his eyes. He had already seen Bunduk's uneasiness. He could not help but frown and ask, "Bunduk, how is your situation?"

"It's a little uncomfortable." Bunduk frowned and said softly, "It's like being roasted in a blacksmith's shop."

Kant frowned. He looked at Bunduk's restless appearance as he bathed in the divine domain. With a thought, he withdrew the divine domain beside him, exposing him to the black fog that was spreading in the outside world.

However, Bunduk's entire body was wrapped in the black fog. There was no negative effect to him. Instead, it was like he was in a comfortable environment. He took a deep breath, causing the black fog to wrap around his entire body even more tightly, he shouted in a relaxed manner, "Lord Kant, I feel... very comfortable!"

"As expected."