Time passed as swiftly as a flushing toilet, and a month went by.
Netherworld City.
In the span of a month, the city had already returned to its original appearance, but the Dao Emperor battle from a month ago still left them unable to emerge from the shadows, each recollection continuing to invoke fear and palpitations.
In a beautiful room within the tall building of the Great Emperor of the Netherworld, a handsome man lay on a soft bed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, but he suddenly sat up: "Xiao Die!"
After observing his surroundings, Chen Lan was momentarily stunned, his memories gradually returning, his fists clenched tightly, teeth gritted, murder intent spreading: "Demon Emperor, just wait, I will charge into the Demon Realm and personally bring you to justice!"
After speaking, he touched his chest, introspected his heart, and found that the stones on the surface of the Demon Heart were gone, transforming into a pitch-black heart that didn't beat.
