Under the strange purple light of the Dragon Blood Ship Lamp.
The small boat swiftly navigated through the mist, following the guidance of the "Golden Compass".
Just as the information obtained from the Dragon-man stated, with the protection of the bloodline authority from the "Jet Black Dragon" Nidhogg, spatial dimensions above the Nether River completely lost their meaning.
Swish swish...
Almost every few dozen meters they rowed, they saw a new Reaper territory, and the Netherworld, gradually unveiling its veil, was much larger than Aiven had initially imagined.
And the "Death" power of the high-ranking totem god Wuhao was far from being able to rule over the entire 42 million square kilometers of the New Continent.
Out of reverence for "Death," nearly every nation and cultural circle in the Material World had its own "Death God." However, most of them weren't even as strong as Wuhao, who was just below the demigod level, merely possessing specific permissions.
