"Nether Kong, why are you so late?"
The moment Nether Kong entered the secret cave, a questioning voice rang out.
Hearing that grating voice, Nether Kong immediately furrowed his brow.
The person who had spoken was none other than the person he hated most, Nether Aversion.
It wasn't for any other reason than that Nether Aversion had always looked down on him.
He looked down on Nether Kong's origins, his strength, and even his personality.
He claimed that whenever Nether Kong faced the Nether God, he obeyed every command without question.
If the Nether God told him to guard the temple, he guarded the temple, never daring to show the slightest intent to resist.
When Nether Aversion said such things, he never stopped to look at himself. In front of the Nether God, he was even more servile and obsequious, yet he still had the nerve to criticize others.
If it hadn't been for the others' persuasion—and if he himself hadn't felt that he was too weak alone—he would have left this organization long ago.
Fortunately, aside from Nether Aversion, the others treated him rather well.
Back then, there had been quite a few people in their organization. Including him, there had been ten in all.
Now, only six remained. Two were dead, and two were imprisoned.
The last time, the Nether God had led thirteen Saint Realm protectors, three elders, and a large group of Grandmaster Realm experts into battle against the Frost Race.
Yet only seven protectors, three elders, and some Grandmaster Realm experts had returned.
That had left everyone in their organization trembling with fear.
They were afraid that the Nether God would lead them into battle again, only for them to vanish without a trace. Thus, they had been stirring restlessly in recent days.
At present,