A Disturbance in Abyssal Hell

Nether looked up at the pitch-black sky above him, furrowing his brow as he muttered, "Has a disciple of the Saint Heaven Sect reached the Saint Realm?"

"Nether Que, go ask which elder has entered the continent recently. Have him come here and report to me at once."

"Yes, my lord." A figure stepped out of the void and bowed toward Nether as he replied.

Immediately afterward, Nether Que's figure flickered and vanished before Nether's eyes.

After more than half an hour, Nether Que came back to report. "My lord, Nether Hu, Nether Yao, and Nether Jue have all entered the continent. They've received the message and will be here soon."

Nether nodded, then calmed his mind and waited for the three of them to arrive.

Several hours later, the first to arrive was Nether Hu.

When Nether saw Nether Hu's miserable condition, his expression turned rather unpleasant.

That was because Nether Hu had not come on his own. He had been carried to Nether on a stretcher.

A Saint Realm expert had actually suffered such severe injuries. It was obvious how powerful the enemy he had encountered must have been.

"Were you injured by the Heavenly Dao outside?" Nether glanced at the wounds on Nether Hu's body and asked.

"R-Reporting to you, my lord, yes. There was a brat from the Saint Heaven Sect blocking me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries." Nether Hu replied weakly.

The moment Nether heard that, the aura around him erupted.

The people nearby were crushed down by the pressure radiating from Nether and immediately prostrated themselves.

Only Nether Hu, lying on the stretcher, looked the most miserable. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Only then did Nether realize that he seemed to have become a little too