"You two outsiders come running to my Netherworld to steal things, and you have the gall to ask who I am?"
The Netherworld King radiated a bone-chilling aura.
This Mahayana cultivator was quite good at hiding. He had been searching for a long time without success, but now he had finally caught him.
And then there was Song Wanning. He was crystal clear on everything that had happened these past few days.
As long as Song Wanning didn't cause trouble, he hadn't planned on doing anything. But these two were just too brazen, raising a ruckus in the Eighteen Layers of Hell and turning everything upside down.
If he hadn't shown up, they would have completely destroyed this place!
"Two outsiders?"
The Mahayana cultivator's expression shifted slightly, his eagle-like, piercing gaze shooting straight toward Song Wanning.
"You're a Cultivator from the Spirit Realm too?!!!"
A look of horror flashed in his eyes, and a sudden chill seeped into his heart.
"You—you followed me in??"
