Underworld Netherworld

The instant the dagger pierced his heart, it indeed produced a feeling of "soul harvesting."

However... that level of suction was still not enough to pull out the thing inside Han Dong's head.

The Faceless Head was like an indestructible cosmic prison. Compared to it, the dagger's suction was merely like a slightly oversized hurricane blowing past.

Such a hurricane might blow off a prison guard's hat, but it could not shake the prison itself.

Even the dog-headed guard in charge of the Osiris Death Temple had never encountered such a situation before.

"Is your... body not your own?"

Han Dong did not answer the dog-headed guard's question. Instead, he pressed the dagger to his neck and spoke softly:

"Sorry to trouble you."

Swish!

The dagger pierced in through his neck, carefully opening a tiny hole at the base of his skull.

It was as though Han Dong had voluntarily opened a passage through the prison... The dagger's suction swiftly drew out the soul within his head and stored it in the Soul Gem.

In an instant.

Han Dong's eyes dimmed, and he entered the State of Death.

Because of Boss Heize's personal instructions, the dog-headed guard took the matter quite seriously and hurriedly waved the crooked staff in his hand.

A surge of black magic immediately wrapped around Han Dong's corpse and slowly lowered it into a coffin engraved with an underworld map.

Even though the dog-headed guard was already being extremely careful, something still went wrong during the transfer.

With the primary soul absorbed, the Faceless Head was no longer restrained, revealing its original form.

Creak, creak~

The hair and facial features vanished from the surface of the head, while countless tentacles sprouted from the bald skull.

The moment the tentacles appeared, they shattered the black magic surrounding