After entering the Nether Realm, the people from the Nether River Commerce did their utmost to conceal their whereabouts as they hurried toward their predetermined destination.
Whenever they encountered anyone from the Devil Race along the way, someone would immediately make a move and silently capture them.
They would then kill them on the spot, destroying even the corpses without leaving behind the slightest trace.
Clearly, the people from the Nether River Commerce did not want anyone to know where they were.
Even the Devil Race would have no chance of finding their tracks.
That was because they were all wearing a layer of black robes.
From a distance, they looked just like members of the Devil Race.
Not to mention that within this pitch-black Nether Realm, they were even harder to distinguish.
If the people from the Three Great Cities saw the Nether River Commerce in this state, they would probably be shocked.
After all, what they were doing now was nothing like what the Míng Hé Merchant Guild usually did.
One had to know that in the God Realm, the Míng Hé Merchant Guild could do anything for profit.
Yet now, when faced with these Demon Thralls that were there for the taking, they had actually chosen to kill them outright. It was truly inconceivable.
One had to know that if these Demon Thralls were transported back to the God Realm, they would bring in enormous profits.
For them to remain unmoved by such profits, they must have had an even greater objective.
As for Shang Yan, he turned a blind eye to the actions of the Míng Hé Merchant Guild's people. He merely continued leading the way, without the slightest intention of stopping.
Those who had dealt with the members of the Devil Race quickly finished handling